I used to think that you were the one for me.
I looked at you as if you loved me back.
You didn't. You couldn't.
I spent every waking moment making you feel loved.
And I got nothing back.
But now I've seen your true self.
And I hate it.
And I hate that I didn't see it sooner.

But I've found someone who loves me too.
And I want to cry, because I know it's true.
And I'll tell him every day.
That I love him too.
Because this I can say.
I won't cry over you.
You're not worth that pain.

This is not a poem. Just strangely worded feelings.