My chest is physically hurting.
But I haven’t cried.
I've yet to shed a tear, yet my eyes just want to flood.
She’s all he talks about.
And he barely even looks at me anymore.
I've never liked someone so much,
And now my heart is being torn.
How do I heel from this?
How can I keep him out?
How can I stop this hurting in my chest
And learn to live without?
What has he done to me?
I knew opening up was wrong.
He fed me lies and words I needed.
But never meant a single one.
He sat there, watching, amused by the convincing.
Flirting everyday, texting non-stop.
Making me believe that it was I that he had wanted.
But I wasn't
And I learned too late.
That I was just a conquest.
Another life to shake.