The emotions you forced me to emit, my narcissistic tendencies, they led me to believe that you’d never leave me. But alas, I was misguided to my very regret, I’m now forced to face my self-absorbed apathy. And no, it’s not that I’m still completely heartbroken over you, that’s not the case at all. But truth be told, I still miss you, and I’d still like to see you come running back for me. I can’t allow you to be content, knowing you stole my heart then up and left. No, it’s still beating softly in the hollows of my chest. I’m sorry, but I won’t be marked as second best. I can’t let you win this war. I won’t have you back until you admit defeat, that you were never truly happy when you were without me. No, I don’t need you, but I still want you. I’d still prefer to wake up to your lovely face every day. I know there’s nothing I can do to make you stay, but does it really have to be this way?
I haven’t cried in a long, long time, but, tonight, I had to set it free.