Why I still write about you
Why I still care about you
If I ever will not like you
If I will ever give up on you

even though I can tell

You have given up on me
You don't even like me
You don't care about my feelings
You don't even respond to my texts

I watched as cars rushed past the large windows
Each one bouncing sunlight back in at us

I listened to every word you said
Even if I didn't understand what you meant
Even if I didn't care for the topic
I cared about you

I looked back into your eyes
gleaming in the ever present sunlight
I swear I've never seen a shade of green so beautiful

I really thought we had something
But I was sadly mistaken
What I thought was love
Was just Infatuation

Every time I laugh

I stop                   And I wonder

Was it too high pitched?
Did I laugh for too long?
Did it sound fake?
Is that why he hated my laugh???

Because of you
I can't enjoy laughing
because what you thought was funny
Was really (at best) cruel
and your excuses don't make up
for the fact that
my laugh will never seem the same
That every time I laugh
I just want to cry
because I am so scared people feel the same way as you did

Some thoughts come out
Like persuasive businessmen
Convincing you to buy something
you didn't even know existed

And other thoughts come out
Like stumbling drunks
On cold Thursday nights
Lonely and confused, with nowhere to go

i cant wait until i move on
and i feel sorry for you
because i overlooked all of your god-awful flaws
your temper
your selfishness
your inability to care about anybody but yourself
your black heart.
i could have anyone in the world
but i still chose you
every ******* single time.
and all you will soon be
is a detriment in my past
a scar on my (now dead) heart
a memory that fades but comes back at 3 AM.
maybe now
i will find someone
who loves me
instead of someone
who ***** the life out of me.
you were never satisfied,
even with my once beating heart
in your greedy hands