broken

i left him broken hearted. quite literally. because

i left him.

and i broke him.

it's too bad really, that he fell for me.

because that Never ends well.

it's really just best for everyone when i stay single.

and life goes on.

but not for him,

'cause he's broken inside,

bleeding from the heart,

pieces of his broken heart,

so small they could pass through the eye of a needle.

and he'll miss me like the sun misses a flower,

but me,

i'll just remember him as a person,

like everyone else in this life.

there's nothing to define,

nothing to set apart,

nothing to remember,

nothing worth noting,

nothing to miss,

nothing else to say.

and still,

he is broken.

BUT NOT FOR LONG BITCHES.

swear to god, he'll have another girlfriend in like 2 weeks.

just you watch.

funny part?

i don't even care.

i feel triumphant, free for getting rid of him.

i'm Happy to be cruising the single lane again.

i feel liberated.

i hope he's happy with someone else.

'cause i sure as hell don't want him back.

"The one you love and the one who loves you are never, ever the same person."
— Chuck Palahniuk

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What will it take to show you that it's not the life it seems?
(I'm not okay)

I've told you time and time again you sing the words but don't know what it means
(I'm not okay)

But you really need to listen to me
Because I'm telling you the truth

I mean this, I'm okay!
(Trust Me)