You played me.
You lied to me.
You used me.
You broke my heart.
But yet, I’ve never stopped missing you.
I can’t go to that restaurant anymore.
I can’t listen to my favorite song anymore.
I can’t watch that movie anymore.
I can’t drive down that street anymore.
I can’t wear that shirt anymore.
I can’t smell that perfume anymore.
You stole the joy out of my joyful.
You dragged me through a roller coaster of emotions yet I was the only one hurt in the end.
You have nothing but good things to say about me but yet I wasn’t good enough for you.
I hate that you occupy so much space in my mind. I hate that I’m reminded of you everywhere I go. You stole my day dreams, you stole my serenity. You turned my quiet moments into eyes filled with tears.
I hate that this all consuming sadness will last far beyond the times I felt happiness with you.
You broke down my walls only for me to rebuild them higher. You took advantage of my vulnerability, my kindness, my trust. You turned my big heart cold.
You made me feel safe and secure, leaving me defenseless when you blindsided me.
You made excuses to justify your behavior when it served your agenda, only to contradict them when your agenda changed.
You used logic in all your decisions except when it came to throwing my heart around.
But, I should have known because you always had it your way. My word didn’t matter. You called the shots, while making me believe you were doing it for my benefit. You manipulated me.
I should have known you were too good to be true.
You had my heart and didn’t even know it. You never wanted me. You never cared about me. Meanwhile I was willing to give you everything.
