Okay, so it's probably obvious that i still read your shit from time to time.
you read mine too.
I'm like a scientist the way i separate the ones about me
and the ones about someone else.
maybe i'm right in my theory when i think they are
maybe i'm wrong. more often than not, i probably am.

just like how you are.

now, this is no attack
this is no one up.
there are times where i miss you,
and days i miss your love.

but those days are dead, they don't live now.
there are only ghosts that haunt me,
but I know who to call.

i loved you, duh, you know that.
you probably loved me for a bit.
but i don't now.
so if you think i'm all hung up over you and your new girl,
or the girl after her.
you've made a terrible mistake.

There are people i loved before you. People i hurt to be with you. Just like anybody, I have to short through the mess i made of that so i can move on.

i dont regret a thing,
and i'm glad we had what we did.
I dont want to taint those memories with the things that happen now.
i hope you're well.