I thought that I was broken.
I thought that I was the one torn apart and scattered all on the floor.

I thought that you were the one laughing.
I thought that you were the one that moved on first.

Looking back now, at all the things we've been through.

The lying, the betrayal,
the jealousy, the hurt,
the loss, the anger.

Counting down all of the things I've endured from you, I realized that I'm not the one that's broken.

I'm the one that came out stronger, happier, more together than ever.

I feel for you.

I feel sadness for the person you were and still are.

I feel bad for the girl you're going to put through the same hell you put me through. And all of the others after her.

I hope one day you learn how to genuinely love and be loved.