And just for thought...
It is odd to me.
You weren't all that concerned when we were together.
It didn't seem like you cared when I chose another.
You certainly didn't fight when we were over.
Why did you break your own heart over me?
I am sure you had no interest in loving me.
I was just another good time.
Maybe, I'm being too rough on you.
You are persistent on winning me back.
You tell me we need to discuss our future.
I don't see one for us.
We never really had much to begin with.
I have no desire to go back to you, to our dysfunction.
You had your chance.
If you would have shown one ounce of concern then,
you might be here with me now.
It is odd to me you care so much after the fact.
At the end of the day, I'm just a girl who has been in love with writing her entire life. I am full of quirks, anxieties, fears, joys, laughter. And all I have wanted to do was give the world a smile.