I’m sure that at this point you hate me with a passion and have more or less forgotten about me. You don’t understand how painful it was loving you. You will never understand how hard it was talking to the sun pretending it was you and that you could hear me. I spoke whispered your name at every single chance I had. I was so in love and you have the right to tell me that I did’t want you to have a life? We were dating. I should’ve been part of your life, not some sort of side fantasy. I loved you and you broke my heart in two without thinking twice about it. Every time I told you about my tears or about how much I loved you all I received was a simple “ok.” I loved you so much and you will never understand the fact that I can’t seem to forget about you. If you asked for me back I would play hard to get for a bit and then accept you again. It’s nothing new, this method. I constantly tiptoed around you knowing that any breakup would result in my heart breaking and you losing your play thing. Te amo doggy but your love is poisonous.