I sit here crying, not because I miss you, but because I know I'll never get the chance to hurt you like you hurt me.

You call me a slut. Too bad it isn't true. Sorry bitch, I'm not you.

What if this time, I don't say hi first? What if this time, I don't text you back? What if this time, I leave you wondering? What if this time, youre the one left feeling fucked over?

I hope you can't sleep and you dream about it and when you dream I hope you can't sleep and you scream about it. I hope your conscience eats at you and you can't breathe without me.

We love you for who you are