Do you call her gorgeous like you did to the rest?
Was I a rebound like the rest?
Am I arrogant for thinking I was special?
Do you think about me as much as I still think about you?
Do you miss me as much as I miss you?
Do you realize how much I wish I had something to say to you?
Do you know how fucking immature you are?
I can break my heart down for you into words but you’ll still call me a bitch.
I hate that word.
Does dissing me make you feel unbroken?
Are you unbroken?
You’re the binding, not the glue.
But I still see myself in you.