I'm mad tonight.
My thoughts keep circling the same questions over and over,
like a song i can't turn off.
Are you talking to someone else now?
Are you sending your pictures, your games, your little updates to someone new?
Are you laughing the way you used to laugh with me, but this time with another person?
It drives me crazy, thinking about it. Wondering if the things that
once felt like ours
were never really mine to hold.
Wondering if maybe, from the start, I was already just another passing moment for you.
Tell me, even just once,
was i ever important to you?
Even for a heartbeat?
Or have i always been this easy to forget?
Because some nights,
that's what it feels like,
like i was nothing more than
a pause between your real stories.
I hate that my mind goes here, but it does.
It spins and spins,
trying to find an answer i'll never get.
And still, under all the anger, under all the questions, is the ache of someone who just wanted to matter to you.