Truths

Truth be told I love you.
I loved you.
I care about you.
I cared about you.
Here it is almost three in the morning and all I can think about is you.
How sick I am because of you.
But I don't have only you to blame.
Me look at me.
You look at her and then you look at me and it all makes sense
I sit and hope, and yes this may sound extremely bitter that you'll know what this feels like.
I cared so much about you in such a little amount of time.
She knows this.
And all I can think is I hope she considers this.
So now you want nothing to do with me because you want to pursue someone so much more beautiful than me.
I just want to forget all about me.
Because you didn't love me.

happiness.

When you've got happiness in hand there just is no time to write about that man.
Then he ripes all of that right out of your hand and here you are again.
Throwing these words up like it'll get you somewhere.
But all you really want is to be nowhere.
He just simply didn't care.
Couldn't care.
And you're the only one to blame.
How you love playing this blame game.
Such a shame. You aren't the best player at this game.