I didn't know that something could hurt this much. That you could feel this broken, this numb. I didn't think it was possible to physically feel your heart shatter into a million little pieces. I never thought it was humanly possible to feel so many emotions at the same time. I wouldn't wish this feeling upon anyone. This kind of pain shouldn't be legal, shouldn't be allowed, shouldn't exist. If only you felt the pain you've caused me. If only you knew what it was like to be this hurt, this broken. If only you could be on the receiving end of this sick, twisted game you play. If only you knew what it was even like to have your heart ripped from your chest. If only you cared. If only you even noticed me, sitting here with my heart in the palm of my hands, shattered, just waiting for you to explain, waiting for you to reply, hoping you'll come back, take my heart in your hands, and put it back where it belongs. But you won't because this is what you do, this is who you are. You have her now. You changed your mind, found someone better, left me in the dark. You broke me heart in the worst way possible; everyday slowly easing me out of your life, thinking that I would be ok, that I wouldn't notice, that I wouldn't care. But did you really think I was going to be ok? Did you really think that I would just go on, unharmed, unfazed by what you had done? You need a major wake up call. You need to know that it's not ok to do this, to tell me everything I want to hear, to make me feel like the only girl in the world, then change your mind and move onto something else because it's not ok. You're not all you think you're cracked up to be. You need to get over yourself. I hope one day the girl of your dreams will break your heart just as you've broken mine. I hope she'll leave you waiting, wondering what you did wrong, waiting for an explanation, waiting for her to come back. But she won't come back, she won't give you an explanation, won't put your heart back together. Then you'll know how it feels, what it's like to be like every girl you have ever hurt. Karma is a bitch. You're not the shit. And apparently you aren't what I thought you were. I hate that you kissed me. I hate that you wanted me. I hate that you told me you felt head over heels in love. I hate that you took me out. I hate that you made me feel like a princess. I hate that you held my hand. I hate that you walked me to my door. I hate that you called me. I hate that you danced with me. I hate that you bought me a drink. I hate that you made future plans with me. I hate that you chose me. But what I hate the most is that after everything, I'm still not over you.
