I wanted to know what you thought about this, about me. I wanted to know if you cared. But they say actions speak louder than words, and even as I try to overlook the words that burned me, to reach for you in spite of everything, your actions tell me as much as your words. But I still overlook it.
I realised that I didn’t want to know what you thought about this, about me. I realised that I didn’t want to know if you cared. I realised that all I wanted was you to come back and tell me that it had reached an unbearable point and you couldn’t go on anymore without me.
I realised that I wanted you to be the one who came back for me. And maybe I realised that I just wanted anyone to come back for me.
Cos you are a real asshole. And you never cared.