I remember the day you told me you didn’t want to be with me anymore, but felt like you had to stay because I always begged you to come back. That day I realized I was the only one doing any loving. To you, I was just some stupid girl to **** and smoke up because your life was rough and loving someone must’ve been too much of a burden on your heart. You used me for your own temporary happiness and now I’m wondering how I was so blind to being used for so long? I told you I loved you and you told me to make myself hate you. I gave you my entire heart, and the only thing you ever gave me that’s memorable is the way you kissed me. The way you kissed me, oh my. It was the only time I could actually tell you were feeling me as much as I was feeling you, but were not together anymore and I need to find someone who kisses me that way and means every word they say.