And you keep on hurting me or making me the happiest person ever and I wish I didn’t give you that control over me. I should have that over myself, but I don’t.
I knew better then to believe you but your lies were so sweet.
I don’t need you. I can finally admit this to myself. I don’t need your negativity. I don’t need someone who constantly brings me down. I don’t need someone who hurts me more than they make me happy. I don’t need someone who broke every promise. I don’t need someone who wanted someone else. You say you want me around, but everything you do pushes me away. You can’t still be my “friend” while you hold her hand and kiss her lips. While you tell her sweet nothings and promise you’ll “never leave”. I’ve never felt so powerless and small and disposable. Fuck that. I don’t need you. Over time I’ll stop wanting you. I deserve more. I deserve to be valued.