“Counting my footsteps, praying the floor won’t fall through, again. And my mother accused me of losing my mind but I swore I was fine. You paint me a blue sky and go back and turn it to rain. And I lived in your chess game. But you changed the rules every day.” -Taylor Swift
It’s never the same story with someone like you.
Someone like you likes knowing she cares
Likes knowing she’d do anything for you, regardless of how you treat her.
You get off on the games you play and watching her try a little harder.
She thinks you’re nice.
She thinks you like her.
She thinks all these things, then you pull away and wonder why she thinks that?
But it isn’t her that’s crazy or delusional.
She feels a certain way because you’ve led her to believe that there are moments you do.
It’s every false promise you’ve told her. It’s every night you let her stay. It was every time you’ve led her on. Every time you let her fall for you, knowing very well you don’t care enough to catch her.
Then you have the nerve to question why she fell in the first place?
Like it’s her fault she’s hurt.
The only difference between the two of you is, her feelings don’t change even when yours do.
She doesn’t need to fuck with you to gain confidence that you care.
It’s a text here. A like there. A snap chat.
It’s trying to get her attention just so you know you have it.
And in the rare chance she doesn’t answer quickly, you blow up her phone more.
It’s taking and all she does is give without asking for much in return.
You like her but not enough to make her yours.
You like her only when she’s playing your game.
You like her. Then you show her. Then you pull away.
Maybe you care and don’t want to admit it.
Maybe it’s all about a game for you.
But people’s feelings aren’t some game.
Everything is according to your agenda.
Meanwhile, she’s just living her life watching as this pattern of yours exhausts her.
The thing about someone like her is, she doesn’t need you. She’s choosing you.
She’s choosing someone who doesn’t choose her and eventually she’ll get tired of it.
And I know you think she’s weak for tolerating the way you treat her.
I know you look down on her.
But one day she’s going to hit her breaking point.
And once she does, she’s never coming back.
When that happens, it’ll be her ghost that haunts you.
It’ll be her love you miss.
And you’ll look for her in others and she’ll never be found.