Don’t tell me you don’t miss me, because I know you do.
Don’t tell me you have moved on, because I know you haven’t.
Don’t stand there and lie to my face and try to pretend everything is fine… Because it is most definitely not.
This is all fucked-up. Real fucked-up shit.
Am I supposed to overlook everything that has happened over these past months?
Am I supposed to forget you were there for me when I had a panic attack and felt like nothing made sense anymore?
Am I supposed to smile and pretend I didn’t enjoy the flirting and the joking around?
Am I supposed to let go of all the feelings I had and I know you have felt towards me, as well?
Am I supposed to just think you want to lead that life you are currently on and you aren’t craving more?
I might not have everything figured out. But neither do you. And don’t pretend you have more to offer me than I have to give to you. It’s fake.
We are all the same here. Accept it!
I don’t believe everything has died because there’s still love.
You may be hurt and I understand. But you have to learn to forgive. As I have forgave you, too.
If you need time, okay. I can give you that. Otherwise, tell me what the fuck you want or what you don’t want.
I’m tired of trying to figure out everything alone. And there might come a day where you have finally realized what I was putting on the table and I’m not going to be willing to do it anymore.
I am only human, damn it! And I love you (Damn me!)