the more and more i reminisce the more i realize the love you gave me wasn't meant for me

i was your pretty illusion
and i was your garbage dump
for all your whole lies
and half truths

i bit my lip and felt sick for you
but no amount of sick was enough
for you to want to learn me
to know me
to understand

you made me climb to the tallest mountains and scream out the name of a boy i never understood because he didn't want me to know who he was.