It Bothers Me.

It bothers me that you’ve done so many things with her. So many things you’d never do for me. Things I like but annoy you when it’s with me but you once loved with her. It bothers me how every girl that has made me feel inferior in front of you has curly hair and how when I do my hair that way is when I get the most attention from you. It bothers me to know I’m not your type yet you still “chose” me. It bothers me how you can’t pretend to enjoy doing things with me the way I do for you. It bothers me how you’ve lied to me but lying only matters when it was me who did it. The way you can’t even own up to your mistakes and chose to blame me and make it my fault. It bothers me how all of this stuff hurts so much and I play it off as something that just bothers me.