I'm no longer the girl who laid her heart broken and bleeding at your feet.
And there are more,
Many more,
Important things in my life than a man.
I'm mad at myself, not you.
I'm mad for always being nice.
Always apologizing for things I didn't do.
For getting attached.
For making you a huge part of my life,
Wasting time on you,
Depending on you,
Thinking about you,
Wishing for you, dreaming of you,
Changing for you,
and most of all, for not hating you,
When I know I should.
When you start to miss me,
Remember: you were the one who
Made me cry,
Broke my heart,
Turned your back,
and let me go.
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