“i’m here for you”.
a lie.
the time i spent
wondering if you were okay,
wondering if you slept well or not,
wondering if there was any chance that you would perhaps like me back;
was all a waste of time that i can never get back.
i was never appreciated, and you were always distant, only turning to me when you had no one else. your last choice.
but it’s fine. everyone leaves anyways and there’s no stopping it. i’ve been training myself to get used to being left alone, a feeling i know all too well. however i seemingly cant do that with you.