Black Valentines

Here's to all girlfriends who used to be his no.1:

The ones who waited all night for him to call, only to check your cellphone the next morning and be disappointed. The ones who made it through that bitter break-up, and moved on with your life, only to have him walk back in months later like nothing ever happened. Those of you who cried on the first day you talked to him again, because you knew exactly where it was going. The ones who listened to him say, "I only want to be your friend," one day and the next, when he doesn't want to be anything at all. Here's to the ones that took him back, hoping that maybe this time, he was different, hoping that maybe people do change.

We listened to our friends tell us that we were stupid for even thinking about giving him another chance, got shit from our parents, and even snuck around to see him for awhile. We went through the great stage with no fights all over again. We started this out thinking it would be just friends, and ended up falling in love again. WE wanted nothing more in the world than to hear him tell us he loved us. Here's to the ones who believed what he said, and sat around all over again, waiting for a phone call that might come in a few hours or a few days.

Here's for the tears we cried and dried all over again. We wanted so desperately to believe that he was really busy, that he couldn't possibly call us at that moment, or even that he fell asleep early. We trained ourselves to believe the lies because we wanted to believe the lies because we wanted to believe we had found the one for us. We learned to settlefor someone who didn't treat us the way we should be treated. Here's for the ones who did their make-up and put on their prettiest earrings, only to hear him say he couldn't see us that day or night. The ones that never believed it when people told us that there could be someone else. We just couldn't believe that he could do this to us again.

This is for those great girls, who loved him more than words can say, and took him back no matter what happened last time because they couldn't bare to look back on their lives and wonder "what if." Here's to the girls who couldn't cry to their friends because of how stupid they felt. The ones who held it all in when things came crumbling to pieces again. This is for the ones who couldn't even bare to even tell their own mom for a fear of an "I told you so." The ones that could tell, just tell, that they made a mistake by allowing him back into their hearts and dreams again.

We knew that we deserved better the entire time, that we deserved a guy that would call when he said he would, and would come see us whenever he got the chance, one that would care about us. We just wanted the one that we loved like that. Here's for the ones that finally realized that he never gave a shit about them. Here's for the time he took to waste, breaking your heart again.
This is for those days spent trying to hold back the tears, and the tears turned into anger, then disappointment. Here's for the girls who finally realized that we deserve better. This is for those confusing days when you miss him, and want nothing more than to hear his voice, to feel his arms around your waist.

Stay strong, and remember that relationships are like broken glass, sometimes it's better to leave. When "your song" comes on the radio, turn the station. When the day comes that he realizes what a mistake he made and tries calling you, turn off your phone. When he tries coming to your house, don't answer your door.

Think of all the broken promises, and the lies, the manipulation and the tears, the wasted moments and staying up all night wondering where the HELL he was. Think of how your heart used to jump when your phone would vibrate in the middle of the night, and how it felt to your stomach when you saw it wasn't him, and realized that once again, he hadn't called when he said he was going to.

Someday you'll find a guy that's worth all your tears, but won't ever make you cry. You may think that you'll never care about someone like you did that guy you always ran back to, but you will. It's gonna hurt like hell, but it will heal. And the point is, it will heal.