slow dancing.

it's all been a lie.
and I don't know what hurts me more;
that you pretend like you didn't do anything wrong,
or how I am still 100%, completely, head-over-heels for you.

shit.

and I tell myself it's not okay.
and you still smile.
and text
and call at 12:30am.
you said you didn't want to play any games,

but that's all this was.
just one big game.
but here I am,
still moving the pieces around like it matters,
but you and I both know that you already won.

and that just really sucks.

and not all of the sappy, sorry, depressing guitar solos in the entire world can glue my broken heart back together again no matter how many times I tell myself that they can,
but I still listen.

to them,
and to you.

so here's to heartbreak.
and here's to the pieces.
and here's to the people who told me so,
and here's to me for not listening,
but the saddest part is,

I don't regret a second of it.