Faux Love

I spoke to him today—

He who must not be named—

Not Voldemort; the boy I once loved.

The boy I tried so hard to get over but never could

The boy who told me he loved me;

Then left me for other girls; that boy.

It felt different, unusual, slightly uncomfortable.

It was like Americans and Vegemite, they just don't mix.

Talking to him was like I was talking to a guy who I'd never want to meet in my life.

Because at one point in time—

I fell for him; but he didn't fall for me.

I tried so hard not to hurt him; but he hurt me

If I could pick up the pieces & fix what's broken—

I would have done that the moment I was hurt.

It's impossible to put what hurt me like knives rushing through my chest—

In the past; I can't go back—

I can't let myself be hurt & thrown away;

Thrown to trash like that old burnt up picture that used to be him and I.