Moving On

People say I am crazy to want to talk to you or even be your friend. I am beginning to think they are right. Why is it when you treat people right and you are a truly good hearted person, you tend to forget the hurt and pain people have inflicted on you? I guess I brushed away the pain and started to blame myself...but today I remembered those moments. The moments I sat in my room alone and cried myself to sleep, the moments when I didn't feel myself anywhere I went...just empty, the moments I looked you in the face with tears streaming down my face, and then the moments when you just looked away. You tried to have a pity party and you wanted me there...how dare you. To deny your irresponsible actions and try to blame me is about as low as a person could go. Everyone sees it but the two of you, but I can already tell the guilt of what you have done is starting to creep its way in. I know in my heart one day you'll realize she isn't even a quarter of the woman I am...and the regret will come rushing in like the flood gates to the hoover dam breaking...but I won't be here for you. When I needed you the most you let me down...the one person who should have never let me down and you did. I know I deserve so much better and I will find someone that will treat me how you should have. So I am putting you in a box and locking it to keep you away from me and my heart.