But a lot

 Crying over a man who never loved me. 

How pathetic it feels to care so deeply,

For a person who doesn’t even want me. 


The way I put him first before me. 

Will he even think about me once he’s moved to another state?

All the times we went bar hopping. 

All of our “non-dates”. 


I hate how much I’m going to miss you. 

The fact you probably will never give me a second thought. 

I hate how you will never feel anything for me.

When I’m crying about you because I care, not just a little bit, but a lot. 

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