This feeling, it's so familiar, so comforting.
I can feel it bubbling towards the surface.
It's a dangerous feeling, I know that.
A dark one, that could bring pain.
But what does others' pain matter to me?
Considering what they've put me through.
They deserve it.
They should feel my agony too.
Broken? She is?
And I?.
Am I not broken too?
But what would that matter to you, right?
You've moved on already.
No, that's an understatement.
You forgot about me the moment you left me for someone else.
And yet you had the nerve to come back into my life when you were finished with her.
Oh, it's not all your fault.
I welcomed you back with open arms;
I trusted you completely, loved you.
But I was never enough after that, right?
You found another girl, again.
You left me, again.
You came back, again.
I had had it; I was done.
But you wormed your way in again.
Even though I said no.
And then...you were gone. Again.
Gone forever.
I wasn't done with you.
You no longer even had the right to leave me.
It wasn't your choice.
That didn't stop you.
You know what this feeling is?
Hatred.
 Polyester Dreams · Thu Aug 04, 2011 @ 07:23am · 0 Comments |
