Apathy

You've loved me at my worst.
You've had me at my best.
But you chose to break my heart.
Maybe it was the fact that you were never really into something that we had sparked.
Or maybe past loves have started to reappear from the bluntness of the dark.
But I've fought, and done my part.
I now believe that our end was foreshadowed from the beginning of the start.
We hope for changes, but seasons are only promised.
I hope for chances, but I'm left with no hommage.
As BIG said, I'm far from timid.
I ONLY make moves if your hearts in it.
But I'm in a state where I'm past being bitter.
Reminiscing about good times, trying to forget her.
I'm about holding my own, and greatness comes in pairs.
So I'm only amazing, since you're not there.
I'm tired of sounding pathetic.
But give me credit.
Everytime I said "I Love You," I meant it.