I stuck around through it all.
You begged me to never leave you.
And I didn’t
But you let me go.
You left me,
and you promised you wouldn’t
You knew I couldn’t be abandoned
I told you what it would do to me
I told you how much it would kill me to lose another person I was so close to.
But that didn’t stop you.
You were selfish.
And you let go of the cheery girl that you had drained of happiness
Because you no longer could feed off of it.
Or make yourself happy by stealing mine.
You left me broken.
After my dad died.
Who does that to another person?
I am 19.
You are a selfish ass,
but I love you.
And I hate that I do.
I shouldn’t still care.
Its taken every ounce of inner strength to get where I am. To move on this much,
I’m still working on it.
I thought you’d always love me.
I thought you couldn’t ever ask for more, isn’t that what your dream was about?
Maybe even our subconscious lies…