It really hurts.
It really hurts.
I don't want romance anymore.
Keep your romanticized tragedies of unrequited love and keep taking the present for granted.
Go ahead and keep hurting me.
Ironic how you claim to hurt over hurting someone you love, and continue to do so by looking past her shoulders, focusing on someone else.
I'm tired of feeling this way. I've made much progress on my own but of course I'll feel like I'm worthless again if every single man I have been with treat me as not enough. I'm not enough for them. Being faced with not being enough over and over again. My self worth is tossed aside.
I'm tired of being the next best thing. The one that's available. The one “that'll do.”
I feel like I'm cursed to men who only ever do this to me. Over and over and over again.
It's always the same. They long for another girl they can't have. And I happen to be the only one they can.
You don't even really care what I think of you, do you?
My words mean nothing to you.
I think you're the most unique and wonderful of all.
You forgot that
You prefer to remember and long for a girl who said the same thing who is long gone.
I'm standing right here. Feeling unseen. My words mean nothing to you.
It really feels like she matters more to you.
You've forgotten my letter long ago while you hold on to the words of a girl you never really met.