stupid fucker

I loved you
you fucked her
I hurt
you hurt yourself
I cry
you hurt yourself
we hug
we kiss

i have to get over you
I need to leave
Im drunk with hate
high with tears

You always bring out the real me
never able to get you to myself
alone
unloved by the one person I need

the way he looks at her

When I saw them at the party together I could have cried then and there... not really but It felt like I was punched in the face...I was really sad and I wished I was the one being held gentaly in his strong arms. I wanted to be the one who got all of the kisses and all the glances from him. I knew him so much more than her I wanted him so much more... I needed him... I dont know but I think I might love him...