I keep telling myself this is all your fault because of what you did.
I never really sat back and thought about all of the things you never actually did.
You didn't listen to the way my heart broke when you decided it was of no use to you anymore.
I never realized how little you really cared about me until that one day.
You know, that one day I laid in your bed with my head on your chest.
As stupid as it sounds, I expected your heart to skip a beat like mine did; I expected your heart rate to increase.
I mean, how could you breathe normally when you had this beautiful girl lying in your bed. Caressing your skin. Touching your hair.
And maybe I was the stupid one.
(I was the stupid one.)
It was like a movie playing in my head; a romantic comedy, starring you and I.
However, the title quickly went from The Greatest Feeling I Have Ever Felt to Wow, You Must've Had A Lot Of Girls In Your Bed.

You never hyperventilated.

You never got nervous.

You never looked into my eyes.

The ceiling and that streetlight on the corner by your house became our best friends because when conversations got heavy, we knew we could always turn to them to make light of the situation.
And you trusted them more than me.
They knew all the secrets your eyes betrayed that your words never would.
I knew it was over when you never cared that I Love Talking To You turned into We Need To Talk all the time.

You never talked.

Even when the sky turned from black to blue and I finally decided it was time for me to go, you still wouldn't tell me why you couldn't sleep.

You never slept.

You never let your hands touch mine.

I always knew it was because that would mean something.
And I never meant anything.

You never told her.

And I never made sense in this equation.
You and her were always two, and three was just too many because you two were parallel lines, continuing forever and I was the one intersecting.

You never liked math class, not even geometry.

But you always seemed to like the shape of my body when it was convenient for you.
And she will never find out about your love of deception the way I did.
You promised at least 10 times to stop so that you would never have to lie to her again.
You could never keep a promise.

But once I stopped believing you, you started to leave...

And you never stopped leaving.