You never deserved me. You did not deserve one ounce of my being, but I gave you every ounce I could have provided.

I knew you were no good for me; that never stopped me from wanting you. I wanted everything about you even all the baggage you carried. Sadly, you never wanted anything about me. You only wanted the connivence that came with me. You loved that I was laid back, and easy going. You took advantage of what I thought previously were my best qualities.

You used me. You hurt me. You made me question myself as a person. I wondered what was wrong with me, because you made me feel impossible to love. I wanted to cry at the thought of you, but the second your number lit up my phone I felt whole again. For whatever reason, every time you texted me at 2 a.m. I thought just maybe it meant because you missed me not because you were six beers deep. Yet, every single morning you proved me wrong. I continued to tell myself you would come around. There was no possible way you could just not catch feelings for me.

As the drunk text constantly rolled in, I began to realize that you were never going to change. You were going to do what was easiest for you rather that be calling me or the girl two bar stools over. I was never the girl you wanted, I was just the girl you used. I was just a step in your staircase.

I was nothing to you, and I have finally accepted that as hard as it was for me. I will never be enough in your eyes, but that's ok. I no longer seek your approval. Sure, when its late I miss the thought of you, but not the way you treated me. I was into a person who never existed, a person I was hoping one day you would become.