i did it.

you asked if i was jealous, and i told you the truth.
it's not so much about me still liking you.
it's about me wishing i had your happiness.

and i wish it wasn't true.

you said it's okay,
and that you have hopes for me.

but to tell you the truth dear,
every hope i've ever had,
has gotten stomped on.

some of them even by you.

so how can you tell me you're hoping for me,
when you the one destroying my hopes?