If you really liked me,
you would have called me.
You wouldn't care
whether I was a virgin or not.
You would have held my hand
when it wasn't dark.
If you really liked me,
you would have respected me
and what I want in life.
If you really liked me,
maybe we would have hung out
and had a good time sober.
You only liked me
with blurred vision.
If you liked me at all,
you'd listen to my problems
instead of saying yours were worse.
If you even remotely liked me,
you could have found a way
to let me know
besides loudly whispering at me
with beer breath.
I like when people mean what they say
and I hate that I started letting myself fall,
or rather, pushing myself down.
