You lied. You lied about it all. You lied about how you loved me, you lied about how you cared about me. You cheated. I had to find out through your friends months later. You left me to cry. 8 months. It took me 8 months to get over you. You meaning a shitty person who made me think you actually loved me. You meaning a person who convicted me and weakened me. I let my walls down for you. I let you in when I was weak and you used me and threw me away. Yet part of me still manages to love you. I hate that part of myself. And worst of all I hate myself for believing you actually wanted me.