your words feel empty today.
like a planned reconciliation, some effort to push me into your waiting arms that have always been so closed. i'm not even the one getting cheated on, here. but it still feels like it.
you promise it's gonna end.
that we- that we'll be good, great, even. but it's been at least four months, and you're still with him.
i'm losing hope.
i'm losing hope, and it gets worse,
everytime i hear his name,
every time you tell him it isn't over yet,
every time you look someone else in the eyes and say and do the same things you will to me.
every time i see you text him i love you, in a reorganization of words from the ones you've been sending me, and i realize how easy it'd be.
for you to lie.
to fool me,
to leave me high and dry,
to make me another idiot that fell for someone that no longer felt the same.
god, babe.
forever doesn't mean a damn thing if it's never actually there.