He broke up with me. A month later everyone got candy hearts on valentines day. Everyone, except me. A month later I gave up on guys all together and decided that I didn't care about them anymore. A day later I fell for him.
He's playing with my heart, and I know it. He's messing with the little strings that grasp for anything they can to keep my heart from tearing. And just to protect that delicate little heart I'll give him a million excuses:
-He just got out of a bad relationship
-He just want's to keep it casual so know one gets hurt
-We're not offical so he doesn't really have to tell other people about us
-I hang out with other guys so he can hang out with other girls
-He didn't actually promise that he'd hang out with me, he just said maybe
-He already had plans set up for a while and he doesn't want to invite me cause it's just a "guy thing"
-He just forgot to text me back because he's super busy
I'll stop before my nose grows long. But you know something? No matter how many times people tell me that he still wants to be with her, or that he's not good for me, I fall for him. I fall for him and his lies. He walks past me in the hall, not even a smile or a slight grin breaks across his face as he brushes past me and as I look back over my shoulder just to catch a glimpse of him, I run into the senior stopped in the middle of the hallway just waiting for an excuse to tell someone off, and as I take the abuse of upper classmen he breezes away not even flinching or glancing back. I'll tease him about it later, "you are so oblivious in the hall!" I'll cry and he'll force a laugh and say "oh well, you know if I wasn't so busy I'd always stop and talk to you but I'm always in such a hurry!" and it won't even matter that his excuse was so poorly formed that my friends are literally shaking me to get me to realize that he's ALWAYS late to class because he stops to talk.... to her. No, it won't matter because I'm a dummy. Yep, that's right, a flat out dumb butt dummy! I've fallen for him. This isn't a candy or a toy, it's my heart. And it's in his hands.
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