it seems there's a constant cycle of usage in my life.
i've never realized it before but i think i've finally figured it out?
we've gone from talking every day, to not talking at all, and you say it's because you're busy with work and school is starting back up soon and i get that, really i do.
yet somehow we went from texting 24/7, to snapchatting and texting, to snapchatting, to just chatting, and then it became one dark snap a day to keep that stupid streak alive.
the streak ended, much like our conversations that i used to stay awake for every night just so i could talk to you.
you used me for my body even though you've got a girl of your own, you found it necessary to single me out.
when i finally gave in and gave you what you wanted, you stopped talking to me.
you pinky promised that i'd never lose you.
but i'm watching it happen and there's absolutely nothing that i can do about it and i feel like screaming and crying and fighting until you realize that i am still here on the sidelines.
i'm on the fucking sidelines and you're just showing me that i never had a chance on the playing field anyways.
YOU ARE READING
Behind My Eyes.
Poetrycome pick my mind and stay awhile, make yourself comfortable. it's awfully lonely in here. - inside this book, you'll find five distinct parts: simply me, which tells you almost everything you need to know about me. you, which tells you...
