It’s funny how you think I’m okay with getting pushed around. It’s funny how you think I’m fine and that I don’t care if you stab me in the back. But I’m not like you. I don’t scream with pain when nothing hurts. I don’t seek attention like you. I don’t lie to everyone’s faces. I’m the real one, you’re just a fake. Maybe I should’ve stopped crying for you from that first day.
Thanks for everything you’ve given me.
Nothing. Now that you’ve moved on from me, I don’t look at you the same. I wish you were still by my side. I wish I could turn to you and talk to you. I wish nothing had changed. Maybe I shouldn’t have shed all those tears for you, maybe I shouldn’t have stayed up all night longing for your friendship. I know I miss you, because every time I think of you my heart aches. I lied because I didn’t want you to know how much it hurts me.
We used to talk for hours... look at us now.
I guess you won.