I hate him. I hate the way he can make me laugh, make me cry, anytime he wants. He controls my emotions and binds them to his will.
I can’t stand our friendship, it only reminds me of what could be, but won’t be. It is so hard trying to act like I don’t care. Whenever he mentions her, the girl he’s in love with, I want to scream and shake him.
I’m the one that’s here! The one who listens to you when you’re happy, when you’re sad, when you’re frustrated. I advise you to go after her, cause I know that’s what makes you happy. Meanwhile, my own heart is breaking. He teases me, plays with my mind, making me believe we have a chance. Then she enters my mind and I shrug off my weak hope, being reminded too vividly, of his real love. Little does he know he has me firmly in his grasp. He’d only have to say the words and I’d cave completely to him.
Tonight he nearly broke me again. I was almost over him and again, he wrapped me up around his finger. What were you going to say, before I left you so abruptly?
It will torture me tonight.