I sit here and try to think of all the reasons why. Why do I feel this why, why does it hurt so much, why is it because of you. Why do I constantly think and feel for a person thats lied and hurt me so much? Then I have to remind myself. I made mistakes. Why do I only remember your mistakes? Probably because they are so burned into my memory that I will never forget them. Some days I think about it, some days I don’t. Which means some days I really love you and some days I really hate you. Mine are worse. The only difference between you and I, is you lie. I withheld the truth. You lie on a daily basis. It’s got to get old sometime, youd think. You’ll learn, and on the day you learn I will be long gone with someone else because I cannot sit here and be so damn love sick for someone I don’t talk to, don’t see and is off doing some trickery. You’re being used. You’ve been used your whole life and in me, you found someone who wasn’t using you. If anything you used me. As your escape from your world, because mine was so different from yours. Maybe thats the only reason you love me. Because Im different than what you ever knew. I don’t even know if you truly do. I never will know. Because you lie.