I told myself I’m never gonna get hurt again. I promised myself that I’m going to take care of my heart from here on out, that I’m going to put back all the shattered pieces that my past has left me. I told myself I’m never gonna give my heart to anyone again. I promised myself that I’m going to keep my walls up and never let anyone affect me the way those in the past has.
Somehow every time I tell myself these things, learn to be better by myself, I end up back in square one. Heart broken, shattered, angry. Angry not because of you, not because of the other guy, but angry at myself. Angry at the fact that I let you, time after time hurt me the way I told myself I’d never let anyone hurt me. Angry at the fact that I knew everything that was going on, yet I still decided it was a good idea to keep staying by your side. Angry at the fact that it’s him and not me.
I know you told me you were still madly in love with him, sparks were constantly rekindling every time you guys conversed. I know that you wanted nothing to do with me, that you just wanted to keep things mutual between us. I have honestly given up on finding anybody, given up on caring or putting effort into anybody. Somehow, the day you walked into my life I gave up every promised I’ve made to myself.
I’m such a hopeless romantic. Every little gesture you do for me, every second you decide to spend with me instead of him, I cherish it wholeheartedly. Everything you say to me, every moment we have together, I fall for you deeper. But no matter what I do or what I have to offer, that is all there is to what we have. Because at the end of day, the way I feel about you isn’t and won’t ever be the same way you feel about me; unrequited love.













