Do you feel better now?  Lying in bed alone?
Saying
"I miss you, please answer the phone."
"It's been awhile." "Maybe we can work this out."

No.

I find myself crawling back to you.
We were friends,we had it good.
But, you broke your promises.
I drop the phone and cry outmoded tears
on you.
On us.

But all this time, you've forgotten.
That I was the one who lost
everything.

And it only hurts when I breathe.
Heartbreaking goodbyes, over and over again.
It only hurts when I breathe.

Six flights back to where we started.
To prove to you this isn't over.
To find out that I'm the other one.
I thought I deserved better than being a choice.

*I guess not.