It's hard
Hard to see past the lies you told me that are still stuck in my head even when your fake presents of the "love" you had for me has left.

Part of me hopes it would have died by now

But it hasn't.

I remember when you fell asleep on my lap and how we used to be before you moved on to someone new
   Better
       Pretty
           Fun for you

It's okay though,
I shouldn't have been so close to someone I knew could break my heart