You always have something to say, some smartass bullshit to add. How about now? Why aren't you talking? You fucking coward.
I can't sleep anymore. The insomnia kicks in when I need rest the most. So I play it back over and over and over again. I drove an hour to see you and I came with gifts. It took me 2 hours to get ready to see you, unshaven with dirty sheets. But I didn't care, I was so fucking happy to see you. And then I drove half a block from your house and cried for an hour. They were coming down so hard, I couldn't see. You didn't come to my rescue. You didn't hold me tight in your embrace. You didn't call. Not the first time. Just because 'you don't want to talk about it' doesn't mean I've forgotten. That I could ever forget. Then and now.
Every moment, every inch we've ever shared. Was it worth it? Are you happy now? My hate grows with every second of silence. I regret meeting you, choosing you, falling for you. I want to throw away everything you have given me, everything you have poisoned with your touch. I'd rather mourn my loss than be your slave. I'm still crying but I'm not coming back.
One day you'll find those tiny balls of yours and call me back, you will. And I won't be there to answer.
I can't sleep anymore. The insomnia kicks in when I need rest the most. So I play it back over and over and over again. I drove an hour to see you and I came with gifts. It took me 2 hours to get ready to see you, unshaven with dirty sheets. But I didn't care, I was so fucking happy to see you. And then I drove half a block from your house and cried for an hour. They were coming down so hard, I couldn't see. You didn't come to my rescue. You didn't hold me tight in your embrace. You didn't call. Not the first time. Just because 'you don't want to talk about it' doesn't mean I've forgotten. That I could ever forget. Then and now.
Every moment, every inch we've ever shared. Was it worth it? Are you happy now? My hate grows with every second of silence. I regret meeting you, choosing you, falling for you. I want to throw away everything you have given me, everything you have poisoned with your touch. I'd rather mourn my loss than be your slave. I'm still crying but I'm not coming back.
One day you'll find those tiny balls of yours and call me back, you will. And I won't be there to answer.
You're so hurt :( That must of been so terrible to go through. I don't know how your words wouldn't affect those who read this.
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