I tried my hardest to put myself in your shoes.
That was 5 months ago.

I tried harder yet to put myself in your shoes.
That was 4 months ago.

I had to try to put myself in your parents shoes.
That was hard. But I tried. That was 3 months ago.

I watched you pull magic switcheroos as you turned on me like a rabid animal.
That was hard. But I tried to understand. That was 3 months ago.

I blamed myself, and then, you blamed me too. Confirmed, I'm total ****, I guess.
That was 2 months ago.

I couldn't believe how you got with her. You told me it wasn't slow.
It took you 3 days to ruin me. Then you kept going.

And going.

And going.

Around 3 weeks ago, I started watching as you repeated all the lies.
But to her this time. Replaced me.

We talked on Tuesday. I thought it was productive. I thought you finally understood my feelings.
Guess not.

You don't seem to put yourself in my shoes.
You don't seem to comprehend why I feel the way I feel.
How can I be friends with you when you're the love of my life, and running around with her?

You have some new shoes.
I guess you can't find mine.