Confusion

Do you remember when we first met?

Do you remember every step you took to get into my life? Become my life?

Do you remember how I told you, that you gave me my heart back when I had nothing to give, and since you had...all I had to give, was yours?

Do you remember I told you, I define "ride or die"?

Remember when you used to care?

I do. I remember everything.
And I try not to.

I'm trying to get over you.
But nothing replaces you.       Close that door.

I don't know if I want you to love me...at all. Your confusing me.

Blindsided, losing my lover and best friend. You say what we had is gone, but when we talk, there are times when its just like it used to be, but in reality, nothing is like it used to be.

I don't know what you think, my feelings don't matter to you anymore. I never want to see another girl with you, but I hear about it, and that still hurts. You gave me no other choice, but obviously, I wasn't your first choice, so don't be mad that I do what I have to do. I would have chosen you.

It hurts me, the things you say and do. I see them. I hear them. I feel them.

Love is like the current in the ocean. Swim out...out in the deep and once your in and under deep, you cross the line, the currents wont let you go back on shore. How can you ask me to do that?

Stranger, I dont know you anymore. And now when all is done, there is nothing to say. You have gone and so effortlessly. You have won, you can go ahead tell them. all we had is gone now. Tell them I was happy, and my heart is broken, all my scars are open, tell them what I hoped would be.

Falling out of love is hard. Falling for betrayal is worst....broken trust and broken hearts,thinking all you need is there, building faith on love and words, empty promises will wear.
I know, I know.
Don't play mind games with me. I don't believe in real love; I lost the faith.
Convinced no guys will miss me, left in the lost and found.
Don't blame me if I never open up; never being filled with joy, you become a bitter, broken cup.
Afraid to start and say whats in my heart:
History loves to repeat itself; now I'm done with love.