A letter to you.

I hate that I care so much about you. I hate that when I think about you laying next to someone else and telling them there eyes are beautiful makes me want to pull out my hair and scream until I can't anymore. Thinking about that is what hurts the most. Thinking about you treating a someone better than you treated me makes me question my self worth . what is better about her? What does she have that I don't? I ask myself this in my head that often keeps me awake. Do you think about me? Do you regret what you did? The thought of you wanting me is bittersweet but deadly. All you did was break me down but I crawled back because you were the only one I could run to. I've never met a person that could make me so happy but also hurt me so much.