I hate every time you do not see my tears. Every time you do not see my fear of your past creeping deep within my self conscience mind. It charges at me like bricks full of burden and regret. Thoughts flow through me and it hurts more and more every time. You stab me in the back whenever I know you weren't only mine. I do not adore you, I only hate that part of you. The part that could never be forgiven entirely, the part that cuts my heart and breaks it apart in two. It slowly begins to shrink with these thoughts and then I become blank and numb to you. I was never your first, I was never the one that you first gave your body to. Shared among strangers, you do not belong to me. The dates on the phone are intentional slaps in the face. You planned to harm me, you planned this attempt to heartbreak. I love every second I walk away from you, Every time I walk away from the one the overlooks what hes done. I never want to look back at you, just want to leave the memory of your past burn just like I do. Burn and walk away.
