I got flowers today. And a love letter.
They were from someone else.
I wish they could be from you.
But you’re gone and I need to move on.
It’s been three weeks since we broke up.
But I have to see you every single day.
Smiling, laughing, being happy. Without me...
It hurts to hear your name.
It hurts to see your face.
It kills me to hear your voice.
The voice is never directed towards me though.
You don’t talk to me anymore.
You told me you don’t care about me.
This is the part where I’m supposed to slam you.
Tell everyone how I don’t care about you either.
But I do. And it hurts.