used

U.

S.

E.

D.

Used.

That's all I hear.

That's all I see.

That's all that's racing, running, speeding through my mind.

Is that really all it was?

Lies?

Dishonesty?

And for what...?

To get what he wanted and leave?

I know it was me that left...

He could have waited.

He could have given me time.

He could have given me more time.

He could have given me patience.

He could have given me love.

I don't deserve this.

He turns the tables.

He blames me.

When really, it was him.

And you know?

I don't care if he sees this.

Let him.

Let him know that this... us... we... are done.

Through.

Over.

I know I've said this a thousand times!

But seriously, thanks to a friend of mine...

I know how he really is.

He's just gonna go with the next best thing, every time.

I'm sorry I'm not the next best thing.

I'm sorry I'm not THE best thing.

I'm sorry I used to be.

I'm sorry I thought I was.