Dear P. I guess I was a bit hypocritical. I was very unsure of our relationship too. I just didn’t keep my eyes open for other people like you did. I keep waiting to run into you. This city is big but not that big, it happens. So whenever I’m in places I might expect
Read more →I’m not stupid. I know what goes on behind closed doors between you and your wife. I can’t stand the thought of you and her together… but who am I? I’m the make you feel good side chick. I know my place. But that doesn’t mean that I don’t get jealous or physically sick at
Read more →It makes me sick how much I love you, and how little you consider my feelings. A relationship is supposed to be about two people. I give but I don’t get anything back. Your friends are so beautiful, happy, and in love. They tell each other they care about each other, and it makes me
Read more →Fact: A year ago I wanted nothing more than to hurt you. I wanted to run into you, so you could see the betrayal and the hate I felt for you. It was etched on my face; you could not have misconstrued it. Fact: A year ago I did not understand. You called me toxic
Read more →I can’t give you up. I’m addicted. You give me just enough to keep me coming back, for which you punish my addiction by beating my psyche. You abuse my heart by threatening to leave. And I just can’t handle a day without you. When I came to you I was broken, looking for affection.
Read more →What you studied? Because that little rhyme you posted doesn’t make sense at all . Well, yes, I suppose I should have realised when you thought you could wing it, having done fuck all reading, years later. This philistine attitude didn’t do any favours for anybody did it? Yeah, so everyone else starting acting like
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