Do you feel better now? Lying in bed alone?
Saying
"I miss you, please answer the phone."
"It's been awhile." "Maybe we can work this out."
No.
I find myself crawling back to you.
We were friends,we had it good.
But, you broke your promises.
I drop the phone and cry outmoded tears
on you.
On us.
But all this time, you've forgotten.
That I was the one who lost
everything.
And it only hurts when I breathe.
Heartbreaking goodbyes, over and over again.
It only hurts when I breathe.
Six flights back to where we started.
To prove to you this isn't over.
To find out that I'm the other one.
I thought I deserved better than being a choice.
*I guess not.