Why do you do this to me? I love you. But you know that and you’ve known that for three years. We met so long ago. It was always you. You’re always going to be it for me. Always my first love. Always mine.
But you keep coming back into my life. I’m forced to see you every day. I want to scream into the sky for you to just go. To leave and let me be what I haven’t been since you broke my heart. Happy. Content.
You’re selfish. That’s what you are. You’re greedy for what you can’t have. I moved on. Momentarily of course but I did. He made me happy. But you knew that too. And that’s why you had to do it. So you texted me and flirted with me and a new hope bloomed in me. You had finally seen the error of your ways . . . or so I thought.
But that was a lie too. You didn’t see the error in your ways. You saw me happy. Something you’ll never be without me. But you know what? I don’t want you anymore.
I love you. But you have flaws. At one point I thought I could fix them . . . but I was wrong. You’re not broken but ruined. Nobody did this to you. I didn’t. You broke my heart. And don’t tell me it was an accident. Because you did it again and again and again until I was ruined.
I broke things off with him. I thought you loved me again. But you never did, did you? You just wanted what you can’t have. But then you got it. You got me. And then you didn’t want me anymore. And you kicked me to the curb.
Now I want what I can’t have. You.