you wasted my time you didn’t break my heart... you wasted my time . the hours spent and the empty tears you wept tell me , do you think satan was laughing as the image of my real tears and real feelings met your facade ? tell, me were you satisfied manipulating dehydrated feelings so drained of pain and tears, but were somewhat rejuvenated by one evening ... one evening . one scarce evening so coloured in by fake emotions painted on by a good artist .. tell me, did it hurt to wring out such realistic emotion... from the depth of absolute nothingness ...? how ? why ? what was the damn point of disrupting my newly found peace out of your fear of losing your hold over me ? how selfish can you be ? oddly enough , i don’t cry out of pain or heartbreak (i’ve been immune to your existence that seeps of heartbreak) no . i cry out of annoyance... out of the realisation: i wasted my time moments where my thoughts were dowsed in your words that somehow came to life from a black and white screen. those moments that could’ve been focused on permanence (not empty promises) . you don’t hurt me anymore... you disgust me . i’m repulsed by your ability to play the human-figure so inhumanely .. you wasted my time. don’t get it twisted , haha . you didn’t get the privilege of breaking my heart you didn’t make it that far . you just wasted my time . that’s all .
