Ghosts of the Past

What scares me the most is not that he's back in town. It's not that he knows where I work. It's not the long walk to my car in the middle of the night. It's that when he walks by me, he laughs. He shows no remorse. He's not sorry. He doesn't regret it. He looks at me like he knows every inch of me that I hide under these many layers. And he does. Despite the darkness he came shrouded in. Despite my attempts to hold onto my clothes. Despite the fight I put up. He does. He's seen every inch of me, felt every inch of me. He's not sorry. He'll never be sorry. And he knows I could never prove a thing. You can see it when he looks at me. You can hear it in his laugh.

All Hail the Heartbreaker

You wonder why I miss him. It's an easy explanation. You see, we had a heaven and hell relationship: he gave me heaven and I put him through hell. Now the tables have turned. Sure, I don't have streets of gold, but I treated you like God. And now we're done. Don't worry, the ring is tucked away in your package. I should've known when you believed the gossip over me. The truth? When he looks at me, for once, I feel like the prettiest girl in the room. The truth? He doesn't just call me princess, he treats me like one. The truth? I'm glad I don't run into him anywhere because I know that I would just want to be in his arms again. It doesn't hurt knowing that he's out with another girl. What hurts is that I gave him up for you. You were never worth it. And once again I'm back to square one; lifeless, broken, and alone. Once again, my friends chose him over me. Glad I can trust you all.