He Loved to Hate Her

You're dancing like nothing is wrong. Even worse, you're dancing with him. I'm supposed to be the one who is whispering in your ear. I'm supposed to be the one who is making you laugh. Your laughter is infectious but now I cant even crack a smile at the sound. Instead its anger and heartbreak that fill me.
I buy another drink. I'm going to drown my pain. Worse yet, I might get drunk enough to confront you. I was never the type to make a scene. I changed though. It was all for you, all because of you.
There was a time when I was the one you danced with; the one who whispered in your ear; the one who made you laugh. You wont even look at me now. You act as if I'm not here. I know you saw me though. I know you know I'm here.
I want to scream. I was never the type to raise my voice. I was the quiet one who no one ever noticed; no one but you, of course. You had to see what they didn't though. You had to find out what I was hiding behind my quiet exterior. And once you'd found out? You were done with me then. You'd brought up all these emotions and ideas that were content to remain dormant and then you moved on to your next conquest.
I wish you hadn't chosen him. You could have had anyone you wanted. Why did it have to be him?

You swore you'd never tell. Did you keep your promise? Or is that what the two of you are laughing about?

He doesn't look at me either. I cant decide which is worse. Does he even know I'm here? Do I want him to know? I cant think straight. The alcohol isn't helping but as long as I keep paying, the bartender keeps refilling my glass.
A year ago, I would not have been caught dead at one of these parties. I didn't party at all for that matter. I was happy alone in my room on the weekends. I didn't want this life. Okay, well maybe thats a lie. I never was going to act on that desire. I was too good for this. I was too good for all these people.
Its almost funny in a dark sort of way that seems to be all my life is anymore. I don't think any of them notice me anymore now than when I was just the loner who no one recognized. Now I'm just that guy who used to your favorite plaything.
I don't know how its possible. I fell in love with the idea of you but not with the real you. I don't know if I ever saw the real you. Sure, I saw you when you woke up after a night of drinking with your make up smeared across your face, your hair a tangled mess, and your designer clothes in a wrinkled pile on the floor. But even then, you had that magic aura of being untouchable and beautiful.

Maybe I didn't even love the idea of you. Maybe I wanted to be you. I secretly wanted to be the one who everyone always noticed; the one who could simply decide who she was going to let sweep her off her feet for a week before deciding that it was time for a change.
Then I have to wonder, why did you keep me around so long? Sure, you cheated on me regularly but I was always the one who you'd come back to. You gave me an entire year in your world. Then you suddenly decided to move on permanently. You expected me to go back to my old life. You certainly got yours back quickly.
I remember waking up to the smell of your perfume and cigarette smoke. I hated that smell. I still hate it. I miss it too.
I told you all my secrets. Every word I spoke was true. That is why I don't belong in this crowd. All of you wear masks, even when you seem vulnerable; your real emotions stay locked up. You're free to do whatever you want with whomever you want and you never get hurt.
Maybe you cant feel at all anymore. Whats the point? So you can hurt others? Well, you've succeeded. Congratulations, you've more than destroyed everything you gave me in one single night; tonight to be exact.
I can't decide if it was because you walked into the room and right past me or when you walked right into his open arms and kissed him.
It should have been me.
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Alright, this is the first point of view. The second point of view is called She Hated to Love Him.