Dead to me.

January 13, 2010
By , McAllen, TX
Deal with you? I can’t.
Deal with you? I won’t.
Deal with you? Only she will.
You sit, alone, waiting for someone new.
You sit, alone, and will never find anyone.
You sit, alone, and wonder where I am.
I don’t care about you.
I don’t care that you act like you don’t care.
I don’t care.
I like to think that you understand what I’m going through.
I like to think that I understand, too.
I like to think that you did care about me.
She believes you’re the hurt one.
She believes I’m the horrible one.
She believes she’ll eventually date you.
Dirt. That’s what she believes.
Dirt. That’s what my thoughts mean to you.
Dirt. That’s what I wish you were buried under.
I want to take this and throw it at you.
I want to kiss you and never stop.
I want to press a rewind button and go back to before.
Nothing goes right for me.
Nothing will ever fix this rift between us.
Nothing that mattered to me can help me now.
What to do?
What can I do?
What will fix my broken heart?
Not you, you caused it.
Not you, you don’t care.
Not you, not ever again.

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