My days used to revolve
around you,
what you said,
what you did,
what you felt
for me.
I was the girl in
the red dress,
cried during
the whole drive home.
I should have known
you weren’t to be trusted,
that you were using me
for your own selfish gain.
Maybe I just wanted to believe
that you cared about me,
I wanted to think that
you were a good person.
I’m tired of your assumptions
that you are worth
my attention,
because I don’t care anymore
what you feel for me.