I can't believe I didn't see this coming.
I was a dime a dozen to you,
Something that you got daily.
To me you were my world.
We still talk though we both feel numb towards each other.
I still remember, though.
I remember every conversation we had.
All the time I cried,
All the times you wanted to die.
It's been . . . I don't even know how long.
But you forgot me.
You insist we keep in touch when there's nothing left to say and when I asked,
You remember nothing.
None of the laughs.
Was it something I did?
I wasn't good enough?
It's true that I don't love you,
It's true that I don't hate you,
But it's also true that I'm sad and angry,
Because what was everything to me?
That was nothing to you.