here’s to all those girls who used to
be
his number one.the ones who waited all
night for him to call, only to check your
cellphone the next morning and be
disappointed. the ones who made it
through that bitter break up, dried your
own tears, and moved on with your life,
only to have him walk back in it months
later like nothing ever happened. those
of you who cried on the first day you
talked again because you knew exactly where
this phone call was going. the ones who listened
to him say, “i only want to be your friend”, one
day,
then listened to him say that he loves and misses you,
and the next when he doesn’t want to be anything at all.
here’s to the ones that took him back, hoping that
maybe this time, he was different, hoping that maybe
people really do change. we listened to our friends tell us
that we were stupid for even thinking about giving him another
chance, got crap from our parents, and even snuck around to
see him even for a while. we went through the great stage
with no fights all over again. we started this out thinking
it would be just friends, and ended up falling in love with
him again. we wanted nothing more in the world than to hear
him tell us he loved us too, that even though things were bad
in the past, they would be different this time. and when we
finally heard it, it was like we were dreaming. this is for us.
here’s to the ones who believed what he said, sat around
all
over again waiting for a phone call that might come in a few
hours, or a few days. here’s for the tears cried and
dried
all over again. we wanted so desperately to believe that he
was really busy, he couldn’t possibly call us at that
moment,
or even that he fell asleep early. we trained ourselves to
believe the lies because we wanted to believe we had found the
one for us. we learned to settle for someone who didn’t
treat
us the way we should be treated.
here’s for the ones who did their hair and make up
and put on their prettiest everything, only to hear him say
that he couldn’t see us today. the ones who never believed
it
when people told us there might be someone else. we just
couldn’t believe that he could do this to us again.
this is for those great girls, who loved him more than
words can say, and took him back no matter what happened
last time because they couldn’t bear to look back on
their
lives one day and wonder “what if”. this is for the
girls that
stayed up all night long listening to him whine about an
ex girlfriend who cheated on him, and cried during the
entire conversation. the ones who hoped he would realize that
he deserved better, that he deserved us.
when he said that he loved you, but he was in love with her,
he didn’t mean it.this is for the ones that held on to
something that was never there to begin with.
this is for us girls, who somehow managed to get him
to forget about her, and get him to tell us that he was
in love with us again, only to have him tell us three weeks
later that “you’re just not the one for me.” or
maybe,
“things were going too fast, i’m just not
ready.”
(then later on find out he has a damn girlfriend already.)
here’s to the girls who couldn’t cry to their
friends
because of how stupid they felt. the ones who held it all
in when things came crumbling to pieces again.
this is for the ones who couldn’t bear to even tell
their mom what was going on, for fear of an “i told you
so.”
the ones that could just tell that they had made
a mistake ever allowing him into their hearts,
their beds, and their dreams again.
we knew that we deserved better the entire time,
that we deserved a guy who would call when he said he was
going to, one that would come see us when ever he got the
chance,
one that would really care about us. we just wanted the one
that
we loved like that there’s for the ones that finally realized
that
he never gave one thought about them. here’s for the time
that
he took to waste, breaking your heart … again.
this is for those days spent trying to hold back the tears,
and the tears that turned into anger, then disappointment.
here’s for us girls who finally realized that we deserve
better.
this is for those confusing days, when you miss him,
and want nothing more than to hear his voice,
or feel his arms around your waist. stay strong, and remember
sometimes it’s better
to leave it alone rather than try to put the pieces back
together and get hurt all over again. remember the times
you cried, and how long it took you to even be able
to look at another guy like that. when your song comes
on the radio, turn the station. when the day comes that
he realizes what a mistake he made and tries calling, turn your
phone off. when he tries coming to your house, don’t
answer
the door. think of all the broken promises, and the lies,
the manipulation and the tears, the wasted moments and
staying up all night wondering where the hell he was.
think of how your heart used to jump when your phone
would vibrate in the middle of the night, and how it
fell to your stomach when you saw it wasn’t him, and
realized that once again, he hadn’t called when he
said he was going to. one day, you’ll find a guy
who’s
worth all the tears, but he won’t make you cry.
you may think that you’ll never care about someone
like you did that guy that you always ran back to,
but you will .it’s gonna hurt like hell, and it’s
going
to need time to heal, but the point is, it will heal.
♥
here’s to all those girls who used to be his number one.the
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fionarose · 1 decade ago
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Story of my life- and I have the scars to prove it
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