1/11/15

from the girl who made you soup.


I never imagined that we would be here.

I never imagined we would have what we have. but neither did you. no one ever expects it really.

As I sit here with headphones on, blasting lyrics I currently connect with, pouring wine into my already wet glass from the one before, I can't believe I let it go this far. I can't continue to pour salt on the wounds that YOU gave me,

I'm done with this poetic shit. you suck. point blank.

We break up to make up but now we can't physically make up due to the miles that exist between us. Break ups are bull shit. No one you're intimate with ever really leaves you. Even the boy who i never thought would speak to me again still contacts me, eight years later.

You have imprinted yourself within me. and I don't know how to feel about that. I feel different emotions at different times. But i won't allow myself to feel emotions based on YOUR actions for one more fucking millisecond. You know that you do that to me, and you take advantage of it.

I will always love you. but I must admit at the moment it doesn't feel as strong as it once did. it faded. and that's sad. but it's your fault. I have always deserved more than you can give me. I pray that you live with that for the rest of your life.

You were my best friend.