i didn’t give up on you because i thought you were worth holding onto.
more guts more glory, the higher the risk the higher the reward, right?
but no one told me how hard holding on is, when the other person doesn’t care if you let go.
it takes all of you, mentally and physically.
i was always tired from staying up all night thinking about you, overanalyzing our entire relationship, picking my brain trying to pin point exactly where and when i fucked up.
i was always hurting watching you look for other girls while i knew none of them met your standards the way i tried so desperately to.
the worst part of it is when i started to become the entertainment for your boredom.
you’d play with me like an old toy, soon realizing why you put it down so long ago in the first place.
you wore me out and tore me apart piece by piece, just to put me back down again,