Love…worst thing in the world when it doesn’t ‘work’
you did love me…but couldn’t get past yourself, and a little bit of me. Worst year of just being tortured, talking bad about me to everyone (my family included) hiding me from your family…over a stupid argument, that started with your own insecurity looking at my e-mail. I loved you – and tried so hard to prove it…and you just blew it. You left me wrecked and heart broken. Now Im swimming in an endless sea of pussy…not love, but just some new girls to fuck, and then tire myself out so I can forget about you.
But you always come back into my thoughts, I sob for you in my silent hours. Never letting those around me know that I still long for you. And miss the little things.
You will never call me again…and it really sucks that I fell for a girl who was so messed up, she made me think she felt the same. We couldn’t build it together… I wish you would call, write, or just reappear. But nothing can change right now, and this really fucking hurts…more than you know.