We were never together, not even close. Of course you knew that, I did not. You never had intentions for us to have a relationship. You never had feelings for me, and you played me.

I always told myself that I was smarter to let a boy like you break my heart. But you had me convinced that you weren’t like that, you were different from the rest. You made me laugh and told me I was pretty, but I don’t know how I couldn’t see through your lying eyes.

I should’ve known the day you joked about my nose that you weren’t the one, or maybe all the days you ignored me, even if I stood right beside you. Looking back now I can see everything that showed we weren’t meant to be.

You taught me that if a boy ever denies you, that he is not the one. You never wanted to hang out with me, or even admit to us being anything at all. You taught me that sometimes you have to get your heart broke.

I just want to ask you, why would you fill my mind with false hopes of you and me? And why, why would you let me believe that you had feelings for me?

For the longest time I was embarrassed, and I thought that it was my fault that I ended up heartbroken. I was so terrified to face you after what you had said, I’ll never forget how you told all of them you could never be with me.

Now I know it was no one’s fault but yours. I let the grief of you and me follow me around for months, but not anymore. I am proud that I was never with you.

I may be younger but I am not naive, I see right through what you did to me. You were not worth the tears I cried, or the words I spoke. But now I know not to get my hopes up, and that even the “good guys” can surprise you.

I’m not sad anymore,
K