Over you

I had been so confident in the choice I had made.

I was tired of being treated as if I was last months trash to you.

I cared about everything that had happened to you.

We fought because I cared, and I knew you had more potential than you were letting on to. 

So I had finally had enough.

I gave up on the thought that you and I could ever be together again. 

I didn't want to be hurt anymore. 

I did what was best for myself.

What was healthiest for me.

Now, I see you with other people. 

I'm not jealous. 

I'm angry, how could I have had wasted so much time on someone like you. 

Seeing you two together makes me sick. Goodbye to the old you. 

Goodbye to the old us.