yes, it still
hurts...
and it's still going to hurt as long as i
hear his name escape from people's mouths, as long as i see
his face without any regards to me, as long as i smell his scent
and get reminded of the music he likes and all the memories of
when everything was so safe, so secure, when i thought we had a
future together and all the overflow of good i terribly took for
granted. you just need to understand that it's going to hurt
until mentions of his name slowly dwindle away, once i start to
have trouble remembering the sound of his voice and the smell of
his cologne and the cute names he used to call me because someone
better is calling me cute names and loving me for who i am and
treating me ten times better than he ever will be and will have
their heart set on me and intends to be with me for a very, very
long time. but until he completely vanishes from my world,
it's going to fncking hurt. because it only feels
like a stab to your chest every goddámn day knowing that
someone can basically disregard your existence in a matter of
weeks, go right to someone else and walk around like you never
meant shít to them and that nothing ever happened between
the two of you. you feel like you've been disposed of and
yeah, that's going to hurt.
i'm still angry, i've got every right to be,
and i'm not apologizing for it
