who knows if you're still looking
who really cares?
I've written multiple messages I've never sent
and I never will send them.

I will probably never talk to you again.

I spent so long being bitter over the words and actions you gave that hurt me that bruised me and left me distrustful and angry

but honestly

I was the one who allowed you to walk all over me
I was the one who let you come inside, decorate me the way you felt I should be

I was the one who let you use me.

I was your muse,
I was your lover,
I was your project,
I was your excuse.

And that's okay.