i’m not sure what i had been expecting, you’ve moved on and
i was always still here waiting,
wanting. what had i expected when i told you
you’re bad for me, you’re killing me and
you’re happy. with her.
what had i expected, months and months of loving, of caring for
someone who doesn’t even give me a thought for a second of their day.
someone i spent countless nights aching for, my heart
caving in on itself, my body curling into itself to ease just some of the pain,
the pain of knowing i was just your in-between girl, knowing
she was waiting there for you, you were waiting for her to
come back to you.
should i have expected anything more than that cold, careless
“you do you, take care”?