In this exact moment, All I can feel is hurt and hatred towards you because after all this time I was there Me!
Through the difficult times, I supported you. I’ve spoiled you.
Me, I did that.
All you did was take and take and never once Did I hear “ I appreciate you”
Showered you with affection, what did I get?
Not you. But a little less of myself.
Not even a single remorse that you miss me or any regret.
It’s on to the next.
I guess you never did care as much as I did.
I see the flirtatious remarks and messages.
The eagerness to be with someone else that ain’t me.
Someone who is beautiful to look at someone that makes you feel good about your self.
Someone that ain’t me.
In this exact moment, I’m free to love me, to choose me.
In this exact moment, I stop tripping over you.