You left me for her.
As if this was some competition.

You left me, the girl you claimed to be in love with, because you had feelings for another girl.
You left me, for someone who loves you less than I do.

As if you weren’t happy enough, and you wanted to try your cards with another girl.
Maybe you liked the chase, or maybe you thought you could see if you could ****** a girl that was older, prettier, whatever feature that I couldn’t provide you with, though I gave you everything I ******* could.
No, not in gifts. But I gave you my all. My time, effort, heart and soul.. You know I had been waiting for you for so ******* long, you just might have thought you could maybe see how you could **** me of my affection until I have nothing else to give, then leave.
Now I’m here, drained, as you’re relaxing, dwelling on another girl’s attention.


“I still care about you.”,
You try to spark up conversations, sometimes.
But other times you ignore me for days.
I see the posts, and pictures, you being tagged when she see’s something cute and is reminded of you.
I heard she spent the night a few times.

As if me coming over for hours on end, holding you, burying my head deep within your chest, and the sweet nothings we’d exchange, wasn’t enough.
Maybe that’s it.
Maybe I wasn’t enough.
Though I spoiled you which everything I could.
Whether it be my love or myself as a whole.
I made sure every hour of every day we were together, you knew you were loved.
I never let you be alone.

And here I am.
With nothing.
No one.

I sacrificed friendships, plans made, people on hold.
Scheduled work around school hours to be able to visit you whenever I possibly could convince my parents to drive me 30 minutes to your house and back.
Because I wanted to love you and be loved in return.
And now I’m the one that’s alone.