Yo-yo. Up and down. Up and down. My heart on my sleeve. You know what? I’m done. I really truly am. If you don’t want to make the effort. I won’t either. It’s not worth it to wear my heart on my sleeve only to watch you shatter it and not pick up the pieces. I’m done. It’s over. Have a good semester. Thanks for the experience. I’ve always been there for you. it just wasn’t the same to you. One day I’d mean something to you, the next day I wouldn’t. We’d walk through the halls…not even a passing glance. The tension palpable but as long as we didn’t acknowledge each other, we could just go about our days like the other didn’t exist. You twisted my heart, pulled at my strings. While I was standing on the tightrope scared of falling, you vanished but my true love saved me. Like I knew he would. I trust him more than you. I’ve never felt happier to be done with you. Yes I may sound cold-hearted, bitchy, closed off. Pain changes a person. You changed me and made me realize that you were just a falling leaf. I tried to be there for you, I really did but now? We’re back to being strangers. Strangers and nothing more as the rain hits the glass, scattering down the window. You twisted my arm, twisted it as far as you could to see just how much pain you could cause. How interesting don’t you think? I had a high tolerance for you, I really did. But you never seemed to stop hurting me. Sure you said sorry but you never actually stopped. Good thing I stepped back and far away so I could start healing. I can see through you and see your true colors.