I tell all my friends I dont care about him anymore,
But I do.
And if he were to get a new girlfriend,
And if he were to go out with someone I know,
Id stop being their friend.
And if he told me he loved me and wanted to get back together,
Id accept him.
And if he ever told me hes sorry again,
Id cry more.
And if he told me hes gay,
And if he told me he hates me,
Id be confused.
And if he asked me why I hate him,
Id tell him the truth.
And if any of my friends find out how I really feel,
Theyre going to think Im crazy.
And if he wanted me back,
Id come back to him.
And if he told me he still loves me,
Id faint in happiness.
And if he wrote me a poem,
Id cry again.
And if he cared about me even close to the amount I care for him,
Id kill myself,
Because thats an amazing point.
He has no idea how much I love him,
He doesnt know how much hes hurt me.
He doesn't know how many nights I spent crying.
He has no idea how I feel,
How I want him,
How I need him,
How I can't live without him,
And thats why he continues to kill me inside.