All of a sudden I'm not as important to you as I was yesterday.
Not like there was a difference of the two days.
Or the days before that.
Or the months before that.
Nor the days that will be coming in the future.
What did I get myself into.
I should've listened.
I SHOULD listen,
when people tell me to let go soon.
You know, before I get myself into some deeper shit.
Yes I said it, shit.
Probably worse than that.
My boyfriend is out with other girls,
sleeping with other girls,
having fun with other girls,
etc..
And me?
Well let me inform you.
I also help out w/that.
I make myself boring by making/attempting absolutely no small talk.
No calls,
no speaking/texting.
Do nothing during sex, fucking.
Not listening.
Texting. Sitting up on the bed.
Not caring.
But see, I can do all of this.
But I haven't done what I would normally do:
date someone else.
Because unlike you, I've grown from that.
Because unlike you, I can love.