The pledge

You said you've got my back.
You said we are close.
You promised.
You pledged.
I relied onto you.
Waited for you.
Been there for you.
You said you haven't had such a great birthday for the last couple of years.
You said you haven't felt loved until now.
You said a lot of things.
And I ... I believed you.
I believed everything you said to me.
I believed you.
I truly believed you.
Nevertheless I knew you were not the golden boy you didn't want to be but gladly took the part of it.
Nevertheless I knew you were a manipulative liar.
I believed you.
That's why I resent you so much for forgeting about me.
For forgetting about everything you said.
For those faked smiles and pretended care.
For all those manipulative moments when you tried to get back on my good side.
For all those moments you tried to influence me with your blueish eyes.
I resent that.
You made me believe I mean so much to you.
You made me believe I count.
You made me believe I'm smart and beautiful.
And then you just forgot about me.
That hurts.
A lot.