And the worst part is I think i’d come running to you if you asked. Knowing full and well the

And the worst part is I think i’d come running to you if you asked. Knowing full and well the emotional abuse you put me through. How little you were moved by how I felt about it all. I didn’t matter, I wasn’t even a factor, not once did I cross your mind when you made your choice. Days go by and we don’t talk like we used to. You don’t need me anymore because you have him right? Just completley forgot what we had and what we could’ve been. That’s alright though. As the days go by I can feel myself getting over it. I don’t hurt as much as I did. As your grip on me weakens my hold onto my sanity and will strengthens and one day i’ll have the power to shatter these chains that bind and restrict me from feeling for someone else