he was my... It haunts me, even after all of this time. The long and the short of it, it never really makes sense why it hurts me so. Unless I admit that I truly cared for you. Which I won't - not to anyone. I will keep it locked away in me until I die. My emotions betray me. How can I recap who I was without you? And he sees it in my face, hears it in my voice what you did to me. It's not fucking fair to me. It's not fair to him. And every few months brings to light a new way in which you betrayed me. He is a wonderful man and he deserves ALL of me. Not just the leftovers. Fuck you, and moral of this story, everyone, listen to common sense. It knows what it's talking about. Don't allow your heart to wander where it shouldn't be. 8:16 p.m. - 2011-09-21 |
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