I hate remembering…

The day he got something from his anger.
The day you knew me more than any other.
The day I was your best buddy, only because of her.
The day it was over.
The day you danced.
The day you flirted and it actually worked.
The day I realized I wouldn’t get over you.
The day you triped and got right back up again.
The day you smiled and I wasn’t forced to look.
The days we spent together. laughing our butts off.
The day you told her what you knew.
The day she told you I couldn’t care less.
The days I’ve wasted, thinking of you.
The days i’ll wonder if it’ll ever be true?