Dear Curtis,

I love you
But I don't know how much you love me.
I look like a fool sometimes trying to impress you.
I feel like you would pick anyone or anything over me.
It's not fair, It's not fair to me at all.
You are always letting me down, and I always forgive you.
But I'm sick of trying
Sick of forgiving
Sick of You...
Period.
But when we hung out, I was never happier.
But that's out the window.
A bullet in the chest, sums up what you've done to me.
The pain will never subside.
You will never care for me, or at least not close to how much I cared for you.
You always bring me to tears.
I love you, but have to say goodbye
Goodbye