Remember when you looked at me and told me that you love me?
Were you thinking that I was this easy chick whom you could easily make a fool out of?
I left the best guy ever for you.
Did you even think that maybe I have a heart?
That maybe I feel something?
My feelings had obviously no meaning for you, I realize now.
All you wanted was to get popular for being my boyfriend
How I hate to call you that now.
How much I hate your indifference to your actions which broke my heart.
I made excuses for you always.
I thought that maybe you were just shy.
That all you need is some time to get yourself together.
To open up to me.
If you never really wanted me then who in the hell told you to ask me to be your girlfriend?
And even if maybe you thought that we could work it out, you could have given it some time.
Or am I so bad that you could have had never liked me?
Thanks for helping with my already low self-esteem issues.
That’s what I really needed.
And why did you to ask that jock too?
One girl was not enough for you?
You needed fifty or what?
I trusted you.
Because you so apparently do not know, it is the ability you give to other people to destroy you but with the confidence that they would never do it.
And you broke mine.
Along with my heart.
If you would have had asked, I would have done just about everything for you.
I would have kept you happy.
Always.
I told you all my secrets.
I gave you my heart.
Was it too much to ask for a little bit of affection and concern in return?
But instead you had to go and ask that jock to be your girlfriend.
I did not ask for an eternal emotional connection.
If adoration was too much for you, what about friendship even?
You could have just said that.
You made go head over heels for you and then when everything seemed perfect, you went to her and tore all the emotional and fragile tissues of my heart.
Did you enjoy it, you sadistic brute?
I had this faultless vision of us but you let me down badly.
I stood up for you when the whole world hated you and behaviour.
I defended you.
I fought for you.
And this is the gratitude you give me?
And now you are spreading these rumours about me.
Running after girls who keep on rejecting you.
You apologized.
But tell me this-
How can a simple five-letter word convert into the form of a bandage and heal the brittle portions of my heart in its grieved and distressed state?
Oh God, I wonder, will I ever feel anything but this cursed sadness along with the inevitable self pity?
Will this now seemingly eternal grief ever pass?
And most importantly-
Will I ever love again?