calm down, Em.

When it comes to loving someone that I care about, I give you my all. I’ll give you the love that I feel you deserve. When it comes to the point that I no longer care, I don’t. When it comes to the point where I don’t feel the same anymore, I don’t.
But when it comes to me loving you, giving you my time of day, telling you my secrets, my thoughts…sharing you pieces of my life, I don’t hold back. I wear my heart on my sleeve. Then there you go, I wasted it all on you. You don’t realize. You don’t appreciate. You don’t even acknowledge. I cried for you. I left something good for you. FOR EFFING YOU.
I had it coming. I had my instinct. But I chose to ignore it because I believed in you. In us. You made me believe.
Perhaps I deserve this. For what I’ve done before. I wish you happiness. I hope for you that you will grow up and learn. That love is not something to hold and then keep. It’s to hold and cherish. To appreciate. To grow on.
So much I’d like to say to you but you won’t understand. You never did. Never even tried to. All those words you said are lies. All those promises. And I’m venting this out on a semi-public place because it’s the only way I know how. I don’t wanna text you. I don’t wanna call you. I don’t wanna see you. Because it would all be wasted. At least here, I can remind myself to never believe in you again.
Well done, man. You’ve played me well. I hope the girl won’t ever have to go through what I did when I was with you. I hope you appreciate her. I hope you don’t tell her that you’re not ready once you’ve got her. I hope you don’t play her for a fool.
I don’t feel it anymore. Thank you.


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