“Comparisons are easily done once you’ve had a taste of perfection.”
It’s hard.
When you do your best, but still, there was someone better.
It’s hard.
When you draw him in your world, but he actually doesn’t even stay in your world.
It’s hard.
When you worry about him all the time, but he doesn’t even think of you.
It’s hard.
When you sing with him, but his mind is somewhere else, capturing his memories.
It’s hard.
When you feel warm around his arm, but he hold you just for fun.
It’s hard.
When you’re happy while your hands are gently held by him, but he takes off his hands.
It’s hard.
When you get mad with him, but he doesn’t take it seriously.
It’s hard.
When you realize you’re completely alone, but he doesn’t even try to look after you.
It’s hard.
When you need him all the time, but he needs you just to escape from his broken hearts thingy.
It’s hard.
When all of this upset you, but he thinks you act too over.
It’s hard.
When you’ve finally got a life because of him, but he hasn’t even moved on.
Sorry if it’s too much, I just don’t know whom to talk to.
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