never been better.

maybe I need you to show me.

I have more hate in my heart than I ever thought possible, and maybe I am bitter about the last time I touched you. But I think I have the right to ignore you blowing up my phone now the same way you ignored me after you were done being in me. And maybe my actions are childish but you were never mature with me. And I found that kisses filled with lies are not better than being alone and missing your lips. So maybe you'll finally understand why I'll never call back or want to see you again; just so you can show me that you actually do cry at night when you think about me. And I'm not the same anymore but I'll believe what I seem to always tell you now, "I have never been better".