I watch as girl after girl walk in and out of your life. Somehow, I’m the only one who’s remained throughout the years. I’m the one you overlook, the one you take advantage of. My kindness can only be stretched so far before it breaks. The things I’ve been through because of you are almost unbearable. You’ve lied to my face about these girls. And for what? To save face? I know it sure as hell wasn’t to “protect” me. That would entail you going out of your way for someone else.
This “best friend” title you’ve bestowed upon me is such a joke. Is that your excuse to rely on me? To use me as a distraction between girls? Even though we’ve never even touched, I feel like you’ve used me on the same level. I’m done with it.
It wasn’t me then. It isn’t me now. It’ll never be me that you choose.