Not again

Keep pushing me away. Keep breaking my heart. Keep being mean to me. Keep giving yourself to other people. 

I’m not one to mind if someone has friends but you mind when it comes to me. But my friends don’t want me like yours do. So they really aren’t friends to you are they. 

I hate the way you treat me.

I miss the sweet girl. 

But my birthdays close again so that means you’ll break my heart again soon. 

It’s what you’ve done since you’ve changed