Simple Person. Complicated Mind.

How dare you. How dare you come into my life, make me feel the things I feel and just act like I was nothing at all to you. It was so easy for you to use me. It was so fucking easy for you to just waltz into my life and pretend like I meant something to you. How can someone be so narcissistic and so manipulative? I gave you so much of my time and effort. I gave you my heart. I was so broken and you made me feel whole again. And now I don’t know what the hell I am. It takes everything I have each morning to not think about what you’re doing. If you’re missing me. Why did you have to come in and fuck it all up? Why make me feel the things I felt and love you the way I did if you were just too wrapped up in yourself to even give a single damn about me? It wasn’t just my imagination. I know you felt things. I could see it in your eyes. I don’t know if you were just scared of what we could’ve been, or if you just sincerely didn’t give a single shit who’s mind you were fucking with.