I hate how you were the end to my convention.
I managed to hold it together,
Just until I reached the car,
I think my ride hates you, too.
She had to listen to me cry like a little kid
All the way to Indiana…
That’s how long it took, two hundred miles,
To realize you weren’t worth the tears.
But even writing this, I want to cry.
You saw me, I know it.
Because for the ten seconds that I was frozen,
My feet stuck in place…
Our eyes made contact, and I know you saw.
But then, like nothing happened, you kept walking.
Not looking back
No halting or even a slight pause
No sign that you missed me.
That’s what hurt, I can’t deny it.
You kept walking, as if I never mattered.
It was as if we had never spoke,
Never said you loved me,
Never MADE love to me,
Never promised that we were made for each other…
I thought I could handle the minutes after,
I felt his eyes on me, confused and concerned.
I thought I could stand being in the same building,
But the anger and hurt boiled over
And I stormed out,
But not before you had the chance to see me again.
You did the same thing twice,
Broke my heart, or what was remaining, once again.
But boy, You’ve let yourself go.
I hate how you were the end.
To my childhood innocence,
To my pride,
And to my belief that someone could truly
Find happiness in loving and being loved by me.
I hate how you made me so happy,
That when it was over, I wanted to die.
I hate how you were the end of my convention…
And even though I promised myself,
And I promised my friends, the ones who stayed,
I wouldn’t cry if I saw you…
I did.
I cried as if my best friend had just died,
As if I had lost everything and was completely alone.
But I guess, In a way, I was.
Just because it was over for you,
Because you could end it so plainly over the internet…
Doesn’t mean it was over for me.
I’m still not sure it’s over for me.
I hate how you were the end of my convention,
And I was never even a part of yours.
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