my healing starts with you.
i started to get really fucking depressed, starting with you.
so i got rid of you.
it was what was best for me, not being hung up on you.
you thought you won, you thought you got the upper hand.
funny if you thought i stay and pine after your bullshit.
i know what i need and how i need to be treated.
i did cry. it took a lot in me to do what i did.
i prayed for you, and i've only ever prayed for one other person.
no matter who i met i always went back to you.
i wanted this to end happily.
but now you're just another name that i have to scratch off the list.
i really do wish you happiness, even though you made me cry so hard i forgot how to breathe.
i hope every time you hear taylor swift you remember me.
i hope every time you go into your camera roll you see those photos of me.
i hope you see that picture of gibby and think of me.
i hope you see a beaded bracelet and remember me.
i took the advice from a song; music ironically, the song "if he wanted to he would".
if you wanted me you would've made an effort and obviously, you weren't doing that. so why waste my time i don't have and my tears that aren't infinite?
oh and, i miss your dog.
