Maybe...
You want to know how I feel? I feel stepped on. I feel useless. I feel like no one cares. I feel like the world is still moving while I'm stuck in one spot thinking about what I could've done. What I could've said. Even though no matter how hard I try, I can't go back and change it. I won't say that you caused it. I won't say that I caused it. But I will say that the fake love between us caused it. The fakeness that tricked us into thinking that nothing in the universe could stop us. But then, right before our eyes, the smallest possible thing stopped us in our tracks, proving us wrong. And we couldn't do anything about it. Just sit and watch while it slowly ate up the love in our hearts and turned it into hate. Hate for what we said to eachother. Hate for what we thought about eachother. Hate for what we did for eachother. Hate for eachother. But maybe this hate will be like our love. Maybe love will come back. Maybe we'll be happy together again. Maybe we'll stay together forever. Maybe. But then again, love is just an excuse for ripping out your heart and giving it to someone else to break. I don't think I want that to happen again. Never again. So just in case, I'll take a knife and put it in place of my broken heart. Maybe it'll fix it. Maybe.
Jealous much....?
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