i’m sorry we meant nothing to you,
at least not as much as it did to me,
and i’m sorry that i haven’t fully moved on,
you tell me about this girl and how you think she’s pretty,
is it petty to wish it would only ever be me,
you tell me your daydreams and about the marks you wish she’d leave,
but you made me feel sick for wanting that when you were with me,
and in the end you broke us apart,
screwing up my brain as you fucked up my heart,
i gave you my first kiss,
now you tell me how it made you feel sick,
tell me what i did to deserve this
what does she do that i didn’t?
what did i do not to deserve your kisses, or even just your kindness,
you’ve spoiled the memories where i felt happy and free,
telling me how you wish those memories would flee,
now i just wonder did you ever really care for me.