You were the weak and I was the wicked. That was how people knew us.
But did they know that I cried almost everyday just to wish you a happy thankful day, just because you never felt blessed enough.
Did they know that it was really tiring to tell you, please-stop-saying-sorry. Your sorry was meaningless already. I was so tired hearing that word every minute.
Did they know that you loved me exaggerated and I never felt comfortable being treated like a trophy?
Did they know that you were very stupid by using me as your happines barometer, while you got many talents and dreams?
Did they know that you assumed too much it made me exhausted?
I tried to turn you, but who the hell I was trying to change you. I just loved you that damn much that I wanted you to be better properly. How good was better, no questions needed because I knew best about you.
Words were never enough by then.
I left you.
I left you but I didn't really leave you.
I still watched you, secretly cared about you. But instead you would never understand.
And later, I just realized that you never loved me. Why?
Because you didn't want to grow, as you didn't want to be prepared and ready to make me happy. You preferred being your self-centered one, seeing me way too much, but forgot how to love me in a right way.
And more later on, you got a rebound love. While I am still here, crying my heart out, failing to get you better. I was a failed girlfriend.
Hope you find a happy life out there, immature.
