Things aren't the same,

I know we'll never go back.

But I can't stop thinking about how you promised me you'd stop,

and then I saw you with a glass in hand at 11am.

I still love you,

but

things

aren't

the

same.

I've seen a different side to you

a side that wishes I wasn't me,

and I'm just not sure how I can cope at the moment.

I've offered you help but you refused,

settling with backstabbing me instead.

That's okay, I know you're struggling;

but have you thought of me?

Have you thought of how I feel?

Have you thought about what it's like?

I figured as much.

You weren't there for me when I needed you the most,

so why make an effort now?

I can't trust you,

not with what you told your friends.

I can never be done, but I often find that I could very well be.

But again, I love you.

and

I might be lost without you.