Four God Damn Months

4 months. 

4 god damn months. 

That’s how long it takes to forget me. 

To wipe me off your profiles, 

from your phone, 

from your memories. 

4 fucking months. 

And you’ve fallen for someone new – you’re probably posting about her, 

while I’m still posting about you. 

You’re probably dedicating beautiful songs to her, 

as I dedicate the same exact ones to you. 

And you’re probably liking all of her pretty little pictures, 

wanting to comment the same shit you commented underneath mine. 

Fuck you for your lies, for dare saying that you ever loved me more 

– we both know that was bullshit because while I’m still pining over YOU, 

you’re pining over some girl that doesn’t give a fuck about you. 

Funny how that works, huh? 

I hope you’re feeling just a quarter of the heartbreak 

I’ve felt over the last FOUR FUCKING MONTHS. 

I hope she’s smart enough to never give you a chance 

so she doesn’t go through the same shit you’ve put me through. 

I hope you find out that she’s falling for someone else. 

I hope she begins to ignore your messages like you ignore mine. 

And when you’re listening to your sad songs in your darkroom, 

trying desperately to move on, 

I can’t wait for the fucking day you realize 

no one will EVER love you as I have, 

nor will they ever support you or push you as I have done.