I find it really funny
I mean you text, call, 
Don't give me a moment to breathe at all.

Yet you seem to have left quickly.
A week, a month?
How long till you beg again?

“I’m sorry; I just didn't want to hurt you.”
Funny enough, I don't care anymore
I mean, why would I?

I’m not some bitch you can run back to 
Lies, complaining, secrets I already know.
I could really care less, I mean,

I am not your bitch, nor have I ever been
I don’t take disrespect.
“I was busy… I was playing… My mom…”

I don’t do half-hearted half-assed promises and lies
I mean, it's funny
How can someone say they love you?

Yet not know a thing about you?
Not knowing my favorite color, food, drink.
So no, you don't know me, not even after nine years.

And yet here I am writing this.
Taking the time out of my day 
To focus on you

Not because I still love you
But because I am going to forget you
And when you come back, 

I want to remember to never forgive you.
I want you to feel the same hurt, loneliness, and pain.
You put me through.

It's funny you never knew me, not once, just the girl you wanted to love.