Rather than goodbyes, we say “see you later”.
And I really liked that, the faint hint of a possibility that we may just meet again. That we can continue our lives yet still have each other in our hearts.
But I guess words are only words, and like everything else you had said to me, didn’t really matter. I held them close and they dissolved and seeped into my blood like poison. And I kept replaying the last time we kissed and wondering if you had already decided by then that you no longer wish to see me.
All I ever wanted out of you is to let me feel like you care for me. I wish you at least had the decency to pretend till I’m gone.