I Think About

I think about all the good times that we used to share, but then I remind myself of how you walked out and didn’t even act like you cared. I think about how you left and the look that was in your eyes, I guess everything that you ever told me was a lie. I think about how we used to always laugh and play fight, I think about how you used to tell me that you loved me every night. I think about how you used to make me smile, I think about how the reason I fell in love with you was because you had your own style. I felt like I loved you right from the very start, so why did you feel the need to break my heart? I guess your love I will have to do without, every since you left, these are things that I have been thinking about.*