Jason
I'm not sure which part is worse,
thinking maybe you found someone better,
thinking this is all revenge from our fight,
thinking this is all game and fake from the start.
If it is, you won, you broke my heart.
I accepted long ago that fairy tales weren't real,
and happy ending weren't for me.
I was always the "knight in shining armor" in my stories saving myself you see.
Never did I need anyone to love me.
For one reason or another most people find it hard to love me.
You didn't want to know me.
You didn't know how to date me.
Hurting me for you was way to easy.
When I decided to like you,
I wasn't even looking for anything it's true.
I honestly thought you were were different from all the other guys who hurt me and I knew.
But then you hurt me too.
It was much worse because I didn't have a clue.
You made me feel so foolish for liking you.
Hurting me really opened up my eyes to you.
It takes a lot of patience to love someone who's never been loved right before.
That makes a lot of people run right out the door.
You wanted me gone so I was gone.
You wanted this to be over so it's over.
You didn't want me.
You ran from me.
So I let you be.
This whole thing is how you wanted things to be.
I will never be enough for you.
You will always look for everything wrong with me that I can't undo.
I will never be good enough.
I will never be rich enough.
I will never be pretty enough.
I'll never be perfect enough.
I would have never hurt you.
I would have always chose you.
I would have protected you're heart as if it were my heart.
I could never promise perfect but to only give all I had to give.
And hope that would be enough to build a life and love.
But it wasn't enough.
I just want someone who will choose me everyday.
I just want someone who will stay.
You are they guy who will hurt me everyday.
You are the guy who will always run away.
I'll always be the girl that makes you want to runaway.
I'll always be the girl you pretended to like but didn't want anyway.
You made me really question myself and broke my heart in a million ways.
There is nothing left to say.
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