• And Then the Dial Tone…

    by  • February 15, 2012 • * Safe for Work *, Lost Love • 0 Comments

    I have been wanting to write you for a while, although I know you’d never care read. The truth is back then, I really thought I loved you. I did, I guess. Looking back now though, it all seems so desperate. Desperate is really the only word I can use to describe it. You had me hanging by a string for three, going on four, years. It’s not your fault though. I let you do it. I was strong. At first. As time progressed you beat me down…you stole my strength. Maybe I gave it to you. In the beginning I was naive. At least I pretended to be. I let you break my heart, one day at a time. I let you walk in and out of my life for years, just praying you would stay. Desperation. Over the years as I allowed new comers into my life I fell back into the same patterns. They called me crazy, but I was broken. I reached a breaking point. I pushed so many out of my life. Yet, with you, I begged you to stay. When I told you that you ruined me..through stifled tears, tears I never let you see for fear of looking as weak as I was; you called me crazy, stupid, ridiculous. It must be nice to feel that control. As if it wasn’t enough, I suffered one final blow to the heart from you. And then the dial tone…

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