I'm just like you, easily confused.

I miss that feeling I had when everyone would warn me and say that you were an a*s and that you’d hurt me, and I’d laugh because I was so sure that you wouldn’t. I miss not being able to fathom you letting me down, because at the time, you were so damn wonderful. I couldn’t imagine you hurting me. I miss that, ‘cause now, I think of you and I can’t forget that you hurt me. I think of you and I’m reminded not to have faith in anything, because as you’ve shown me, nothing works out. Nobody’s going to fly in and prove me wrong about society. Nobody’s sorry. People come in, hurt you, lie to you until their teeth hurt, and leave with nothing but a tiny little whispered “sorry”, and it’s never because they’re actually sorry. They just wanna leave on a “peaceful” note. Well, it’s not peaceful. Maybe it is for you, but that’s because you got away with something. For the people you hurt, it’s terrible. We just sit here and wonder, all the time, wondering why we weren’t good enough to deserve the absolute best from you, why you gave an inch when we gave a mile.  

And how cliche of me to say, but damn, I really thought you were different.