Set my world ablaze, watch me burn

Do you ever think about the first time you told me that you loved me? My head started to spin. Oh fuck no. You don't love me at all. Because if you did, you would have fucking fought for me. You would always say I was such a hot commodity, always bragging about how you had me before you did. You said you didn't want your clingy-ness to drive me away? Well it did. You held my hair back plenty of times but do you even know why I dyed it purple? Probably not. Do you know why I cut it so short when I was thirteen? Nah, you didn't know anything about that Jess. You only liked me when I was sad, because you never got to know the happy Jess. I showed you my scars and you never bat a fucking eye. You never got to know the suicidal Jess either. But you did fucking know about how I feel towards my body. And what did you do? You still made comments that clawed at my fucking soul. It's alright honey, I know you didn't meant them. But I won't forget. Ya know what my favorite memory of you is? When you came to visit me at work that one and only time because "it would be awful if I was 40 feet away from Jess and didn't go visit her". During our conversation you admitted that you barely fucking listened to me. You just nod along and kiss me during lulls. The universe aligned right then for me because you knew nothing about me. You marveled at the fact that I had interests, but you never took note of what they actually were. I become so frustrated when I think about you because you just lied to me the whole fucking time. You saw something you wanted, I crumbled, you took it. And I fucking let you.