Lie to me.
Tell me that you love me. Tell me that everything is going to be okay. Tell me that you think about me always and that I mean the world to you. Whisper in my ears about how much you adore me, about how we'll be together, truly, until death.
Do not tell me what I do not want to hear.
Don't you dare tell me that you still love her, that you still have feelings for her, that still at night you pray that secretly she's harboring affections for you. I never want to hear you gloat that she's given you hints lately, and that sometimes when it's just you and her, sparks begin to fly. Please, do not tell me that you and her are together. Please, do you not see it? Please, do you not see me???
Do not ask me to give you a real smile.
If you wanted a real smile, why ever did you choose her over me?! You've known me longer, not that it matters. Not that it makes any difference in the world. Not that your feelings for me should be any stronger than the ones you have for her.
Don't you even think of asking me to be happy.
I am happy that you are happy. I admit it makes me smile to see you smile. But deep down, on the inside, when it comes to my own happiness? I have none. I won't lie to you since you would not lie to me. I'm bleeding. I'm bleeding because you tore my heart out and you refuse to replace it with your own, let alone at least give mine back. What do you need with an extra heart anyway? What, does it give you some sort of satisfaction???
Do not tell me that you're suffering just as much as I am!!!
You try to tell me that it hurts to see me hurting? You try to say you're sorry, and that you wish you could make it all better? Yet when I am upset, when I am sitting there crying, you disappear from sight. Okay. Sure. That makes sense.
I'm aware of the fact that you do not care! I'm not that dense!
You're always with her now. She is your world. She is your "better half." She used to be my best friend, and I can't even hate her because I know she makes you happy. All I can do is distance myself from her, envy her from afar, and make fun of her internally. That isn't hard. She is everywhere. She is everywhere, and so are you.
Why couldn't you have just lied to me?
Everything is wonderful, Lilly. You're amazing, and I love you. I love you.