I Used to Believe

They say you'll always love your first love.
I used to believe in that.
I used to believe in a lot of things.
Like Santa Clause and the tooth fairy.
I used to believe in everything you told me.
I love you baby.
You're my one and only.
Together forever.
No matter what happens, we'll always be frends.
Bull.
Shit.
You lead me to believe we would never end.
That we would last until the end of time.
You promised me that we would be forever, but if something happened that tore us apart, we would remain best friends.
Big.
Fucking.
Surprise. . .
You lied.
I don't think you ever even loved me in the first place.
It sure as hell didn't take you long to disappear when the shit hit the fan.
I was too naive to see that you were just playing me.
You wanted to see how hard I could fall.
Did you see it?
Did you see when I cried over you for weeks?
Did you see when I heard our songs and broke down in tears?
Did you see when I dreamt of you, longed for you, bled for you?
I know you did, but did you care?
Of course you didn't.
You sat back and watched your work unfold.
You watched me mourn for you.
You watched me die inside little by little until there was nothing left of my soul.
You crushed me, but I was still too in love to see the damage you had caused.
It took me a year, but I finally realized. . .
I
Don't
Need
You
Anymore.
I'm done making excuses for you.
I'm done believing your lies.
And I'm done loving you.
Once I realized that you were just no good for me, I was able to move on. . .
For real this time.
I was able to get back to normal.
I was able to be happy again.
So do I still believe that you will always love your first love?
Uhrm. . .
No.