you say i should be over it. but it’s not fair to say i should be over it. it was 8 months when you said that. that’s hardly any time at all when you loved someone. and maybe it was easy for you, but i think that’s cuz you never even loved me in the first place. or that you were just over me way before it all ended anyway. and it’s not fair to say i should be over you when how do you expect me to? 8 months of lovebomb, devalue, discard. (not counting the 9 before that) 8 months of missing me, loving me - you told me that several times. why? - of being lovey, pretending to be different. being the fucking same over and over and over and over.
and every time i would move on, you’d come back. and i’d take you back. into my life and into my heart. trying to get back what you pretended to be. what you pretended to feel. what you probably never felt in the first place.
10 months later. 2 months after the last words. you come back. with a girl. a group of friends. you fucking wink at me. then pretend you care about my uncomfortability. you have taken everything i love from me. the places. the people. myself.
i’m not the drunk, bitter, fat girl you said i was.
i’m fucking heartbroken.
and every time i would move on, you’d come back. and i’d take you back. into my life and into my heart. trying to get back what you pretended to be. what you pretended to feel. what you probably never felt in the first place.
10 months later. 2 months after the last words. you come back. with a girl. a group of friends. you fucking wink at me. then pretend you care about my uncomfortability. you have taken everything i love from me. the places. the people. myself.
i’m not the drunk, bitter, fat girl you said i was.
i’m fucking heartbroken.
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