step one: you say 'we need to talk.'

I don't think you changed, and you know why I think that. I think I just never really knew the real you. Your life changed in such rapid succession that you weren't able to hide who you really were anymore, and I had fallen for a mask of someone who never existed at all.

playing god.

Holier than thou all you want, you're the one who's a pathetic mess, and you know it. Deep down, under all the lies and all the half-truths you tell yourself so you can sleep, you know that you're alone in this world and if you had to really face that truth, you'd die.

For once I can say, with a smile, that I'd be just fine on my own.

Sucks to be you.

it don't break even.

Something trivial to one person can mean so much to another. The wounds you both bestowed upon my flesh still produce blood, but at least now it seems to be coagulating. Been trying to convince myself that I am not the sun, but it's hard not to assume every malicious thing that's publicly displayed isn't about me. The rose tinted glasses are gone, long since crushed beneath heavy footfalls and while I do miss the days when I could look through them and pretend, they are definitely long gone and I've seen those true colors shine in their most garish way. Perhaps the following conclusion is mutual, but I can assure you that my trust was yours and whether you believe that or not is up to you...

You fucking lied to me. How the fuck do you sleep at night?