Behind My Eyes.

for **

i told you once,

in one of our many phone calls that took place over the span of the month we were "friends",

"i believe there's some sort of good somewhere in you."

despite all your flaws and the way you had treated me prior to that point in time,

i truly believed you had changed. 

you made it believable.

they say drunk words are sober thoughts so who was i to deny that when you were crying drunk on the phone upset that you had hurt me.

knowing what i know now, at this point in time,

and feeling the way that you made me feel.

i wholeheartedly take that back.

i truly don't believe that anywhere in your heart and soul that there is anything good there.

your heart is pure obsidian and you find joy out of hurting other people. 

it's a wonder to me how you have any friends at all.

we have a few mutual friends and one of them, you told them everything, and she decided it wasn't worth telling me.

i guess that should've said something then.

i hope you never know what it's like to be truly happy. 

i hope nobody ever truly loves you, someone like you doesn't deserve that.

i hope someone makes you feel the way you made me feel.