I wouldn't hurt so much if you had told me first.
Common decency seems hard to come by these days.
The hardest thing, I think, is having to pretend like every time I hear her name paired with yours,
My heart doesn't implode just a tiny bit further.
'I love you' would be a ***** lie.
I adore you, through and through.
I would hold your hand as you led me through the darkest pits of Hell,
Or maybe just a little too far off the beaten track of the woods.
Catching your eye across the room gives me an empty pain, which has replaced the rushing thrill you gave to me before.
When we talk, you drop the loving notes that used to precede our 'Goodnights'.
You pretend like we never happened.
You pretend like you didn't leave me stranded in the woods.

You pretend you don't love me anymore,
Liar.