So it's done and over....
The wound can only scab and heal now....
Im tired of crying. I just want to smile and enjoy the sun (errr...well moon...its night now)
-S
Dear Self:
Dont you dare pick up that phone!
....
I mean it....stop looking at it. You will not call him....you called earlier and he was out with....that thing......
If he wants to talk then he will call you.
I said dont look at that phone again.
Dont bend for him once again....
You keep that up and you'll fucking break in half.
For the sake of sanity....dont call.
For the sake of heartache....dont call.
He's most likely out still....hanging out with this thing he has a thing for. That thing that tosses crude sexual jokes at him in your presence. Touches him and looks at you as if it is a triumph because he didnt stop it.
Dont....
Fucking...
Call...
-Me
P.S
Why are we so weak?
COMMENTS
I told you that he wasn't good enough for you.
You wouldn't listen...
Im sorry hun....but maybe its time to let go.
Its not fair for you to keep this up....I mean your up and down and your always upset.
Just let him go...clearly he wants out......you deserve better.
I am hurt and broken right now....
Feeling shattered and pummeled into the ground....
So.....
....tired
-sigh-
I hope you drown in your own sin...
I hope you choke on every lie you spew. From that prefected smile.....
Your nothing to me anymore....
A pile of bilge upon the shit storm that you brought from these last two years. I take this razor and cut your flesh from mine....nothing to me but festering dead flesh that wont accept that its dead.
.....
You told me you love me.....
I gave you my all...
You repay me by telling me your not sure anymore and that thing may possibly be better than me.
Fuck you.
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