This feeling of hurt, of my pain that i had felt in the past, but hoped to not feel it any more.
I was happy around you, as i let myself go, i was happy, now i am sad and feeling used.
He has no idea how hurt he made me, even in the promises he told his words sliced me to the core.
Pitiful i am, used and lost, i am exposed.
I didn't bother with the walls, or the pre tenses.
I was myself, every bit of me he saw, he took the one part that was mine, i don't regret the first time.
Every time after that is now what i dread.
I only want the cuddling, not the other things.
I don't need promises, or soft words, i just needed you to be there.
You aren't here, now is time to be apart.
I am at war with myself, and you wont be here when i fall crumbling to ash.
I will be taken with the wind no more time for you my dear.
If we were serious i couldn't feel this way, this is just a game two people play.
I lowered my standards and i settled for less, i guess this is what i get.
It didn't happen how i wanted it to, and those words spoken aren't meant for only me to hear.
I am hurt and broken, but i will fix myself i am independent remember, i can go on by myself.
I was fine without you, i will be fine again, maybe not happy but fine none the less.
