I know, I should know better.
I should have stayed far away; gaurded myself like I always do.
But I got tired of gaurding myself.
I wanted to know what it was like to trust someone.

Everyone keeps telling me you cheated.
I don't even know what to tell them.
I thought I was different.
I thought, maybe, I meant something to you.
I was the one that got your hoodie.
Not her.
Nobody else.
Me.
I got your hoodie.
You promised me I meant so much...
I believed you.
Your ring is sitting here, glaring at me.
What do I do with all your things? They're still here. They never belonged to me.
They're waiting for you.
You were never mine, either.

They don't know about how I trusted you.
I'm not sure you do either.
I'll never tell.
You'd think I'd cry.
Or hate you.
Or scream or yell.
But I don't.
I'm just so numb.
You can't even come up with a lie.
I hope she's worth it.
I hope she satisfies you.
I hope she's better than me.
Because even though I meant so much, I still didn't mean enough.
I hope you realize you didn't cheat on me.
I hope you realized you cheated yourself.

But all of this is just wishful thinking, and wishes don't come true.
So I think I'll keep dreaming.
You can always dream,
Even if dreaming is all you have.