Things Change

I used to love your sarcastic remarks, and how you teased me about everything.

I used to love the way you would pretend to ignore me, just to see me get mad because it was cute.

I used to love the way you would shy away from my affection in public.

But the teasing became yelling, making fun of me for things I couldn't control and I was already self conscious about.

And the pretending became real as you ignored me for hours at a time, until I would break down and not be able to handle it any longer.

And the shying away became complete avoidance of me eventually, like you never even cared.

Maybe you never cared.

Maybe it was all part of your twisted game, to make the already fragile girl even more fragile.

Maybe it worked.