I think what hurts the worst is honestly thinking I could have you.
No one understands us. Well, were not an "us". You're
a you, and I'm a me. But no one understood the way I loved you.
You're such a jerk. But when you smiled, laughed, giggled,
anything I fell in love with you. More in love with you. You're
honestly so mean. You're full of yourself. I could go on
forever about things that I hate about you. But in all reality, the
list of why I love you would be longer. You used me. How can you do
that to someone? Clearly you're heartless. You honestly must
be. You took a piece of me. It's gone. Literally, gone. You
have it. But do you even care? Do you sit in bed at night, with
your arm around her, and ask yourself if im okay? I never intended
on giving myself up until I fell head over heals with the right
guy. But you changed that. You changed me. I gave up something more
valuable than millions of dollars, to you. To a jerk like you. You
didn't deserve me. But, I still love you. You don't love
me. I'm sure I never even cross your mind. How dare you? How
dare you steal away a piece of me.