I love him so much, so much that it hurts.
He's playing me, he's using me, he's doing whatever he can to make me happy.
All that doesn't matter because I'm dying.
And I've been dying for months now.
I love him, and it's killing me.
Yet, he doesn't deserve me.
Not a tiny bit.
So I'll say goodbye, and seal it with a kiss.
Let's just hope that I won't break in the process.
Even more than I already am.