Every time.
Every time I think about what we had, I want to cry, But I don't. I've realised How stupid I was to fall for Your jokes, your gestures, Your treats, your kindness, Your smile.
Every time I think about where it went, I want to cry, But I don't. I can't believe How it was so abrupt, and how You still acted like nothing Changed, you still Did it normally, like you normally did. Classmate. Girlfriend. Ex-girlfriend.
Every time I think about what you said, I want to cry, But I don't. You never Made me anything, only this once: You folded me a paper heart after I folded you one first, and when I folded you a second the following week, You didn't fold one back. I recall, You said "Huh? Another one?" It tore my real heart apart.
And now Every time I think about what we had, Where it went, What you said, And everything I thought we could be, I want to cry, But I don't. Because I won't.
