Musings of the Insane

Whiplash

You left me cold,

told me you didn't care.

Said that you never loved me.

You chased after my best friend,

but she rejected you.

So you came running back,

telling me you weren't thinking straight.

That you were mad at someone else.

That you have always loved me.

And I almost believed you.

But I had been hurt to bad to

run back into your arms without

an apology.

All I wanted was to hear you say

"I'm sorry" and mean it.

But you never did.

I told you to prove that you still wanted me.

You just said, "whatever"

and told me that you had just used me.

I was in tears,

broken and confused.

Then you texted back,

acting like nothing had happened.

But I still had hot, wet tears

on my face,

soaking my shirt.

So I pushed you away,

became the hostile person I was

before you came along.

I cut off my emotions again,

ignored the voice telling me

that I was going to regret it.

I was numb for a while,

but it didn't take long for that to wear off.

I resisted the urge to text you

and apologize,

even though I didn't do anything wrong.

I just miss you.

I love you.

Need you.

But I know you don't feel the same.

And, to be honest,

your mood swings are giving me

whiplash...