Strangers with memories

Why are you doing this?

 Why, all of the sudden, am I invisible?

 Replaceable?

 Hateable?

 The angry looks?

 As if I stole something from you?

 Trust me, the only person who has had something stolen recently is me.

 What is it that you took from me, you might ask? 

My heart, and you stomped on it.

 Your ripped it up to pieces and left it for someone else to deal with,

  And just when it was starting to heal, 

 You discovered it again. 

 Only to tread on it once more and open all the old scars that hurt the most.

 I didn’t fall for you,

 you freaking tripped me because you thought it was funny. 

 Held captive by your eyes and a soul that I once thought was beautiful. 

 But that doesn’t matter to you, does it?

 What is the disgust and annoyance in your eyes rooting from when you look at me?

 All I ever gave you was my time and attention,

 and in exchange you gave me lonely nights crying, and wasted opportunities.

 So how am I at fault?

 How can you take every memory that we’ve made together and slam dunk it in the trash?

 Did I ever even mean anything to you,

 or was I just a disposable doll for you to toy with until you got bored?

 All I ever wanted was for you to be happy.

 I wanted you to live a long, fulfilling life.

 I didn’t care If it came at my expense.

  I guess you’d say that's my fault, right?

 Because you never asked for it?

 To hell with that.

 If someones wasting their life on you, I think they deserve a little credit. 

I don’t care what you’ve heard or what you think you know about me.

  It doesn’t change the fact that you, out of most people, were capable of stabbing me the hardest, inflicting the most pain,

 without a weapon.

 And you did. 

Now, you look at me like I’m a piece of gum stuck to the bottom of your shoe.

 I don’t think I deserve the crap you're giving me

. Actually, I think I've been wasting my precious time on something not worth waiting for.

 I'm not saying that you don’t deserve love

. I’m not saying that you aren’t a good person.

 I’m saying that I've given myself to a person who I shouldn’t have, 

and I don’t think I will anymore. I hope you have a good life,

 but just know that it won’t be a life that I want to be present in.