I’m not going to make some ******* up and say that you haven’t hurt me more times than you’ve loved me. Instead I’ll tell myself how you really made me feel.
You your stupid smirk made me feel like a small child on Christmas Eve, it made me feel giddy and anticipation. Those types of feelings are the ones that I loved, I loved when you’d lay your head on my shoulder, during parties you’d stick right with me throughout the night, held me close. I loved those moments but those moments that you called me down, called me names and made me feel worthless, those are the moments that I would go crazy for just to have one more good memory. I fell for the guy that picked me up after you pushed me down, I fell for the guy that told me things nobody else will ever know, I fell for the guy that begged for my affection and attention as if I was a queen. You played tug-of-war with my feelings, my heart. You pulled me down then right back up. You made me feel alive and full, you made me feel rebellious, but now you make me feel empty, please come fill me again.