I promise this is the last time I'll write for you.

The last thing I whispered to you was I love you and that was the last time I spoke those words and meant it.

But its funny that after I deleted your existence out of my life I could sleep at night. 

No more waiting for you to call, no more waiting for you to miss me, no more wondering if you're with her. 

Abuse, I took your hurtful words like they were kisses, I fell in love with you when you were falling out of it

and I've told myself a million fucking times that this is the last time I'll write about you, please leave me alone.

You called me last night, and I begged for closure, I begged for you to tell me you hate me, I begged for you to tell me something to make me hate you.

But last night you told me you loved me, but now I don't love you.

His name is Ryan and he adores me, He adores me the way you couldn't.