I Loved You

I love how happy you look while you're breaking my heart. How wide you smile when you're crushing my soul. I love how cold I feel when I see you holding her. I love how alone I feel when I hear how happy you feel when you're with her. I love seeing pictures of the two of you, when you never took one with me. I love how everyone knows about her and no one knew about me. I love how in love you look when you're with her. I love how three years meant nothing to you, and meant everything to me. I love how I changed everything about myself and it still wasn't enough for you. I love how much I gave you and how little I received in return. I love how you made me cry, over and over again. I love how horrible you made me feel about myself. I love how I didn't realize your game until it was too late. I love how you made me feel guilty for wanting more from you. I love how you always managed to make me feel unloved. I love how you broke all the promises you made to me. I love how many chances I gave you to show me you loved me, and I especially love how you wasted every single one. I love how everyone told me to leave you and I told them all to go to hell, because it was supposed to be me and you until the end. I love how you pretended to love me. I love how convincing you were. I love how you let me plan out my life with you, only to mock me later on. I love how you made me feel weak and pathetic. I love how you pretended to rescue me, only to leave me alone and unprotected. I love how I never mattered to you, even though you were the only thing that mattered to me. I love how you emptied me of all my hopes and dreams and filled me with lies and broken promises. I love how you wanted me all for yourself, so I could be cut off from people who actually cared about me. I love how when I couldn't give you the one thing you wanted you moved on, faster than it took you to cum. I love how you lasted for one fucking Aerosmith song. And I love how you asked me of it was good afterwards. And I love how after that you passed me my clothes as if I were some whore you were trying to get rid of. I love how you pretended to care when I said I couldn't do this anymore, and I love how you pretended to beg me to stay and try one more time. I love how I finally put my foot down and said no. I love how I stopped checking my phone waiting for you to message me. I love how depressed I was, but still didn't message you. I love how some days I didn't even think about you. I loved when I told my mom we were over, and when I told my friends, because that made it real. I love how I started to feel a little more free every day. I love how I started to love myself again, and start letting other people love me again. I love how I'm able to stop blaming myself for your mistakes. I love how much I fucking hate you, because that means I'm finally over you.