You changed something in me tonight. You broke something. With your clumsy words and those stupid hands and the fact that you’re not good enough for me because you’re not good enough to me. That was your only mistake; that you didn’t realize that the only thing you needed to do to change that was try.

Fucking coward. Running scared all the time. Running your mouth just to see who’s listening, just to offset your nerves, just to make yourself feel better, stronger, accomplished. Do you feel accomplished now?

Good. You should. You accomplished exactly what you set out to. You accomplished everything they said you would. It’s not shit talking if it’s true — you played head games, and you won.

Did you get that? You won. You made me fall for you. You made me like you, with your stupid jokes, and your stupid laugh, and your stupid, stupid rambling ways. You empty fucking fool.

You knew I’d never fill the mold. But you still let me try.

I’m going to bury this so deeply within myself, that nobody but me will ever see the scars, or know the hurt, or how much I cried.