You’ll never talk to me about how much you hurt me, will you?
Sometimes it feels like you needed an excuse to believe what you were doing was okay.
Because I remember telling you that night you came to me. I told you, if you were debating between me and another girl, to please choose her.
You told me it wasn’t her you kissed.
You told me that you weren’t choosing someone over me.
And you lied, you know it too.
But it’s okay.
Because I was the fool who bared my naked soul right in front of you. Fighting for you; fighting to understand. Even though you had already chosen her, I still chose you even when I knew I wasn’t going to get anything back. A glimmer of hope kept alive. And I get it, it may have never been predetermined.
And I find myself still talking about you like you put the stars in the damn sky. Not one bad thing about you has ever came across my lips and into the ears of others.
Some would say that is strength and proof of love.
Some would say that we don’t talk about it because it either means everything or absolutely nothing.
I guess only you know.
but something we both know is, I definitely deserved more than a lie. I deserved better.