Unsent Messages

I think about you sometimes, you know. I think about how much you made me hurt, I think about how my feelings were so intense for you and most of all I think about what you did to me. You treated me like I didn’t even matter after a few days. I was naive and you knew that. I felt like such an idiot and I thought I was doing something wrong. Your on and off love was probably the worst part. The feeling completely unwanted then feeling like the most important girl in the world was terrible. I thought I moved on from you, I thought I was done. But you keep creeping back into my mind. I cant look at any other white boy without thinking of you and how you hurt me, i don’t even expect anyone to love me. I hate you so much. I get angry when I see someone who reminds me of you. I get annoyed when someone brings you up. I feel pain in my chest when I see our old photos. I wish I’d never met you. I wish I’d never even taken the fucking psychology class. I hate you, so much. I cant believe I ever settled for someone as lame as you.