broken glass.

You replaced me. Just like that. I didn't need to be your world, I didn't even need to be your love, I could have gotten over that. But I don't want to be replaceable. Not now, not ever. And still, you replaced me like one would do with a glass that broke, you just took a new glass, a new person. So much for being friends. So much for ever caring. So much bullshit. But so much feelings.

How could you want to hurt me like this?


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