• I’m still holding the pieces in my bloody hands

    by  • September 1, 2010 • Grief, Guilt, Heartbreak, Lost Love, Love - Pure and Simple, Regret • 0 Comments

    I never wanted to be one of those girls. The girl that turned the sweet, amazing, perfect boy into another asshole man-whore douchebag. I never in a million years would have expected you to become one of them. Maybe you need to, to heal or something. To forget me, to wipe off the dirty stench of me. I cried so much when I found out who you’re becoming. Please don’t, I’m praying to got you won’t. You were perfect, I was the fucked up one. It wasn’t your fault. God, I still love you with all of my heart and you know that, we were perfect and I fucked it up, ME. Not you, not any other girls. Please don’t lose faith in love because of what I did.


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