It's Over

Okay, no. It's not okay. I'm a person alright. I deserve better than your wishy washy bullshit. You're either in or out. I guess you've chosen out. I guess you're done. I guess you don't want to take the second chance. I guess you're no longer under my trance. I didn't mean to make you feel trapped. I thought you wanted it too. I thought one day you wanted to say, "I do." I thought you didn't care what they said; what they thought. I thought it only mattered that we knew how we felt about each other. I thought our LOVE would be enough. I thought we could past the test of time. But I guess it was all a lie. I guess this is goodbye. Spread your wings and fly. Fall. Cry. Date her instead of sort of dating me. See if I care. Because you obviously don't. At least not enough to actually say how you really felt to my face. I know you're not perfect, but the boy I fell in love with last spring was way more mature than this. I'm not a piece of glass I could've taken it. But to lay out all my cards, put all my eggs in one basket, for this chance, and then to have it torn down through a third party, WTF! You don't do that. That's soooo Middle School. You are better than that. I know you are. But that's just it. I'm done. I'm done believing in you. I'm done trying. I'm done defending you and justifying when you disappear,  and when you treat me like shit. OKAY! Do you get it? Do you? I'm not just your fall back girl. I'm not just a toy you can play with whenever you feel like it and put away when you don't. So go away! There's the door. GO! If that's what you really want please leave and shut it behind you. Know however when you do leave, you can't come back, at least not for a LONG TIME, if EVER! So choose wisely. Don't expect me to wait either. I just hope you know how it feels to be betrayed and broken like this. I hope you know how much I loved you. I hope you know how utterly disappointed I am in you. But I will not apologize for holding on, for being me, for growing up, for thinking about the past, because I am responsible for my actions. The question is are you? Until next time catch you on the flip side.