A/N: Yeah…it's not exactly a happy loliver…it's sad…but I hope everyone still likes it!!!


You said you'd call me, but I've gotten used to the lies. You say a lot of things anymore, things that mean absolutely nothing. You say you'll find me before lunch to give me lunch money when I have none, but you don't. You say you'll email me, but you never do. You say you're sorry, but I know you're not.

You claim everything's perfect; everything's wonderful. You act like you love me above all, and you are incredibly adorable when curse words aren't falling from your lips and when you're not being a total jerk.

Every time I cry, you assume I'm worried. When I ask if I can call you, you tell me no, you'll be too busy. You'd rather see her, talk to her, take her places rather than me.

I need to cut you out of my life, desperately. I hate you beyond everything. You've caused too many tears and too many sleepless nights and too much aggravation. In the end, you'll be a complete waste of time.

I don't wish to ever see your face again, to hear your name again…yet…I crave you. I need you more than I don't need you. If that makes any sense. I need your voice and your soothing words and your smiles and your hugs and those looks that you reserve just for me…or so I pretend.

I know I'm the third wheel. I know you're simply using me because you know how I feel, and you're satisfying my emotions by playing with them. I know it's unhealthy. I know I'm going to get hurt. It's just that I can't let go of you…so much that I'm strangely willing to share you.

I hate you, I love you…my love dominates the hate.

But you don't love me, do you?