Everyday I sit alone and think about how much I use to like you.

The way you talked to me made my heart skip like a binkying rabbit.

The way my pupils dilated when I saw your name explode with light on my Snapchat notification list.

If it wasn’t your name, I ignored it…

Similar to how you ignored my feelings towards you.

I know you have moved on,

slithering like a snake from guy to guy,

hopping from house party to house party,

and ignoring your sentimental feelings

just to ease the piercing pain that you will never find love.

But If I’m gonna be honest,

I hope that I am the reason why you can’t eat.

I hope that when you think of me, you get the burning feel of anxiety.

I hope your entire life sucks without me.

I can’t put a finger on these feelings,

I’m in this alone.

It sounds like I hate you,

But buried in my emotions

I don’t.