Ate, laughed and, at the end, cried.
I saw him again, as always.
He ignored me (knowing I'm there), as always,
but I didn't know it was for somebody else.
I saw her. I thought I would only go jealous, but he broke my heart instead.
Took the pieces of what he had broke before, and turned it into dust, thinking he'd get me mad, ignoring the chance of bleeding out my heart.
Now I don't even have the strength to cry, not even to talk.
I think three years are enough to make you fall apart for someone with such history with you.
I've forgotten where I am, why am I here? Why did I even bother?
Guess he never truly knew the reason why I faded out of his friendship:
I didn't, I don't want that, not just that.
He left hugging her, looking back at me,
not understanding what he was doing.
I saw the drawing of a heart with his name on my hand.
And I erased it, just like he erased my hopes and fantasies of at least looking at him with no hurt inside.
My pain is so hard that not even Jhony can make me forget about it.
My friends are worried. They should be. I don't know what I'm gonna do now...
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