• Good Job

    by  • February 9, 2011 • Betrayal, Cheating, Grief, Heartbreak, Love - Pure and Simple • 0 Comments

    If you were going to cheat on me, you could’ve picked someone I didn’t know.

    If you were going to cheat on me, you could’ve picked someone that didn’t look so much like me.

    If you were going to cheat on me, you could’ve at least come up with new material to use on us both.

    If you were going to cheat on me, you could’ve used your own money to buy her presents, rather than mine.

    If you were going to cheat on me, you didn’t have to tell me constantly how much you loved me and how I was the only one you wanted.

    If you were going to cheat on me, you could’ve done a lot of things differently. You didn’t play this well, and now we both know and congratulations; you’re all alone, now.

    I feel totally sick when I realize that she was the one you doted on and I was the one you fucked.

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