𝕋𝕣𝕠𝕦𝕧𝕒𝕚𝕝𝕝𝕖: A collection of poems and opinions

Broken

You call me broken
You were the one who broke me
You call me crazy
You were the one who drove me there
You tell me I don't care
But you don't remember how much I cared
You tell me I never text
Maybe we should see the ratios
You try to blame it all on me
I don't think you ever felt anything that you said
I waited and I waited
Until I didn't
It doesn't hurt that much but it stings
I want to forget you, but you made me smile
Life has moved on, but sometimes my heart stays back
Hoping you'll text. Something. Anything.
Should I respond to you?
My friends say no but I probably will.
But you need to text for that, don't you?
And I don't think you ever will
Because it was always a one sided thing.
Because I was a naive girl who thought I mattered to you
But I never did.