Carve your heart out yourself.

How dumb do you think I am? If you think I’m that naïve then you are sadly mistaken. I know you. I know how you feel. I know that you pretend. I know that things are changing. I know they will never go back, not now, not like this. This line, the so called divider between us, its real and its taking over and its feeding into what I feel. It makes me ache to see how fake you are. You lie, you pretend, you manipulate. You think I’m the bad one, the bitch, the whore, the hypocrite, the one in the wrong. Stop pretending, show me something real. Something that makes me think you were not lying to me this whole time, because without that, I don’t know how much longer I can pretend to not know how you feel about me.