Why is it everytime you get out of a relationship you come running back to me to tell me you like me, or love me? I'm quite happily just moving along with my life and BAM! there you are, again. Just as I'm moving on or forgetting that we ever were. Oh, wait, we never were. There was always so many problems. And it's not just you who does it, just because they're unhappy for some reason there's always me there to deal with. Oh yeah, let's go back to Beth, she crushed on me but I never got with her. Why didn't you? Am I not quite girlfriend material? Could you not put up with me? Am I only good for flirting with and kicking to the kerb when you're finally done with me? And then you feel like you're able to just pick me back up when you're done with whichever piece of arse you were fucking or whatever.
One of you I love, and I know I can never ever have you. You're getting married for fuck sake, but you still told me I'm your soulmate. Yeah, maybe soulmates never get married and live their lives apart. But as soulmates I'd fucking love one proper chance with you. I will not be watching you get married. I cannot watch the man I have loved for so long walk into the arms of another woman for the rest of your life. I love you. I really fucking do. I love that you're happy as well. And I would never ever want to come between that. I never want to lose you either. I'd rather watch you happy with someone else. "tell me you love me, come back and haunt me".
And you, you little fucking shit. Don't tell me I'm a fucking friend then a few months later come back saying all this shit. I can see right through it. If in your opinion it's genuine then why do I feel so fucked around? You play me from what I can see, and I'm tired of it. So goddamn tired of you picking me up and dropping me back down again when you see fit. You might be one confused little child, but don't bring that teenage shit back into my life. I've had enough to contend with already from that shit.
Ohhh, and then there's you. Fuck, you were the reason my serious relationship broke down. From my side anyway. My ex still doesn't know I had a crush on you and that that's why all of my effort went out of that relationship. Though I realised from day one I could never be with you. I still feel like you're trying to play me and pick me up just because you think you can.
And you, you're meant to fucking care yet I feeling like I'm getting nothing from you. Ok, you might be fucking busy, but there's this thing called making time and actually making effort for things. How about you try that? Make me feel fucking appreciated. These other people do it and they're not people I can even ever be with. I might want to be with them but for strange reason I chose you and once you got me you stopped fighting and trying. And now claim you can't fight. Bollocks. More like won't. When it gets serious you stop trying. Why? What's the fucking point? Just go fuck loads of sluts, because that's really what I think you're designed for. You fought so hard for me at the beginning when I said no, and now you barely even fucking call or communicate with me. And you know what, that's not something I really want.
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From a distance you look like my friend,
even though we are at war.