It’s like I’m dead to you. Do I mean nothing to you?
I go out of my way to see you and say hello, but you just throw it back in my face. You take me for granted.
When I met you I thought you’d change my life, and you did. It took everything I had to tell you that I missed you. Everything. And when you told me you missed me too I believed you. I shouldn’t have. That was my mistake.
Every single time you walked past I would wait for you to say something to me, just like you said you would. And when you didn’t I made excuses for you. Well, guess what? I am sick and tired of making excuses. I made it so easy for you to break me, I opened up to you and I told you every single time you broke a promise that it was okay, it was my fault. But it wasn’t. And it Never Was.
When you told me you’d given up on making an effort with me I wish I had told you exactly what was on my mind . . . “You’ve given up on me? You’ve given up on me? How is it you have anything to give up on when I was the one holding on to you to begin with? You screwed up my life, I loved you. You haven’t given up on me. I’ve given up on you.”
So, I was right. You did change my life. But you fucked it up as well.