If getting over you was easy, I would have done it a long time ago.

When you decided to give me my heart back, would it have been too much to ask to at least give it back to me in one piece?

You tell me that you still care about me, but how do I know it's not just another lie, just like the lie you told me about never hurting me?

You are the air that I breathe, and now that you aren't in my life, I can't seem to catch my breath.

There are some days where I think I'm doing good and that soon enough I will be over you, but as soon as I start thinking about you for more than just a second, the tears just start streaming down my cheeks.

I haven't talked to you since that day, and it's not because I don't care about you and I don't miss you. It's because I know that you don't.

You probably don't know how much I love you and how much you mean to me, but I know exactly how much you love me and mean to you. I've known it since the moment you walked out of my life.

You told me that you still want to be my friend, but that's probably too hard for you to do because that would mean that you would have to start caring.

I keep telling myself that everything is going to be okay and that I'm better off without you, but my hearts knows differently.

I sit by the phone hoping that you will call, but knowing that you won't, because for you to call me, you would actually have to care.