Why did I ever like you?

That’s been my question since I realized.

Realized you never liked me.

Realized you had horrible beliefs.

Realized you were stupid.

If I could ask my past self anything,

I’d ask her that.

But the thing is,

She’d ask me,

“How could you not?”

He was sweet and likeable

until it all went crashing down.

Maybe I always knew he was terrible.

But I can’t help but feeling like I’m upside down.