My silence has gone on long enough. I must speak about things now.
Here goes:
My everything became the one thing that I hate, despise, and am disgusted by.
I have been downgraded to being "the friend who got sick, and pushed everyone away!"
I guess the lie is more worth telling than the possibility of happiness.
Been told not to take it personal because it's "not about me!"
Except, it's my feelings that are hurt and my heart that is broken.
And to sadly admit, I think this past relationship was actually my "first love"
And now I am bitter.
And sad.
And consumed with both.
Going through changes.
Swearing off love.
Hating the aspect that who I thought was "the one" was definitely that.
The one...who broke me
The one...who destroyed me
The one...who broke my heart
The one...who made me cry and I wonder if I will ever stop crying
I'm not perfect
I make my mistakes loud
But I would never purposefully promise my love to someone to destroy them with a trick, game, joke
Is love really like this?
Cause right now, I'm feeling like these full 2 years...were a LIE
I loved a LIAR and I have no idea who that person is...
Now I know how the fiancee of the Craigslist killer felt. It's quite...
Devastating...An epic devastation...
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