I dont love you anymore

I am over you.

I don't love you anymore.



You go strutting around with your new boyfriend. You

display your affection to each other in public. You

kiss, you hug, you dance, whatever. You shout to the

whole world that you love him and you won't ever let

go of him. You tell all your friends that you're the

best couple. You both like pasta – CASAA's pasta,

romantic-comedy movies, going out on gimmicks, riding

in cars with boys (in your lover's case, riding in

cars with girls), chatting on IRC day and night (well,

that's how you met him), surfing the internet (your

guy does it for porn, I guess) stupid tagalog romance

pocketbooks, and pathetic high school, big big big

elephant pants fashion. You think you are really,

really compatible. You think you can piss me off and

ruin my beautiful day with all that. I don't think so.

As I've told you a million times now.



I am over you.



I don't love you anymore.



You call me on the phone to tell me just how wonderful

and exciting your new boyfriend is. You say he never

forgets to send you goodnight text messages, which I

think is sick. You say he takes you out to dinner

every Friday night. You say he invites you and the

whole barkada to a gimmick at Libis' different clubs

and bars every Saturday night. And despite the lack of

sleep and rest (beauty rest for you), he never fails

to go with you to church and hear mass every Sunday

morning (now that's truly pathetic). He even goes to

your place after the mass, takes his lunch there, and

bonds with your family. He gets you and your mom a

bouquet of fresh roses, your dad and brothers a bottle

of brandy, and your sister a stuffed toy. You say he

takes you home from school in his car almost everyday.

You say he loves you so much, as much as you love him.

You think you can piss me off and ruin my beautiful

day with all that. I don't think so. As I've told you

a million times and once more now.



I am over you.



I don't love you anymore.



Now, you ask me to come with you two as your

chaperone. I refuse to. You ask me why I don't want

to. I ask you why I should. You say it's gonna be fun

if I join you. I say it's not. You ask me why it's

not. I say we were a couple before and your boyfriend

won't feel good about me joining your date. You say he

wouldn't mind. I say I've had enough of this. I'm not

coming with you whatever you say. You think you can

piss me off and ruin my beautiful day with all that. I

don't think so. As I've told you a million times and

twice more now.



I am over you.



I don't love you anymore.