This will be my last time to spend with him....
I really don't want this last visit since my attitude will be pretty grim.
I will try my hardest to be as sweet as I can ...
But he will probably lie and **** me off and there goes thst plan ....
I hope to have a nice time and just know it has to end.....
I can't anymore act like I love him... I hate to have to pretend...
There is only one man for me....
And unfortunately you aren't he !!
Jul 18, 2014
Jul 18, 2014 at 12:54 PM UTC
I don't know what to think or to believe. ..... But everyone knows if anythg happens to me it's *** of ur doing and they have ur FULL name and more .... Just incase!!!!.
Jul 11, 2014
Jul 11, 2014 at 4:17 AM UTC
This past weekend was better then the first one 2 weeks prior to it!!!!
It was an incredible weekend (1st one)
But this one was just AMAZING.!!!!
I hope we spend more , many more together for along time.
Jul 3, 2014
Jul 3, 2014 at 5:57 AM UTC
I wAnted u from day one and still would but u won't even agree to meet me and just talk. .....
So am I suppose to just hope and wAit
forever?
I can't just live off words alone!!
I still ache for u and probably always will but u won't even make a call or text me or anythg so why should I sit alone when ur still out having "friends"??
Well now I have one and he's the sweetest thing....
He's trying to rebuild whAt all the men in my life before him have ruinned!!!
I know I'm not gonna marry him or even be his girl ....
But he is something wonderful and a godsend !!!!!
I'm so greatful I met him!!!!
Jul 3, 2014
Jul 3, 2014 at 5:48 AM UTC
Something bad is going to happen.
The only thing on my mind (because I cant help it):
Remember your promise.
Jul 3, 2014
Jul 3, 2014 at 5:27 AM UTC
I hate break up poems.
Theyre sad and depressing, but most poetry is.
Its a reflection of emotion and
Influenced by bad experiences and negative energy.
But, I guess, this is a break up poem.
I knew it, and I will move on.
For now, though, I am sad.
I am disappointed.
I am numb.
And I am trying to find something to
Help me up after I've fallen this hard.
I've never written a break up poem.
This is a first for me, just like you were.
Jul 3, 2014
Jul 3, 2014 at 5:25 AM UTC
Quicker than I thought, but
I feel fine. Ready to move on.
I knew I was holding on, and realizing
That has made me able to think.
Cheesy movies and music has helped,
But writing has been better.
And one person has been there
So much within the past few months
That I know I am well cared for.
And now it will be time for me to be
A recorded message, waiting for the time
To say goodbye to the past and
Hello to a new life and great memories that
Caused experience and a new friend.
Thank you for your time.
I had fun and hope that we
Both can benefit. Its over and done,
But we can start over as something new.
And maybe e can laugh together again as
Something simpler than what we were.
I love you as a friend now. I've learned that.
Jul 3, 2014
Jul 3, 2014 at 5:23 AM UTC
Just as I feared. The exact thing I have expected and dreaded from the beginning. Countless love poems, even recent ones. They have not been a waste. But I did trust you to tell me the truth when you stopped loving me and wanted to end it. I have been confused and hurt by many things. This is one of the most difficult, not because of what I lost, but because I knew it was coming and did not brace myself for it. I've never felt more alone and more supported in my life.
I need a break from you for a while. I will give your things back to a friend to deliver. Please do not contact me.
Jul 3, 2014
Jul 3, 2014 at 5:18 AM UTC
Can we
just be
*friends?
No, can
we really?
until someone
comes in and
you're my
territory
again
*I'll **** her.*
Let me
teach you
a lesson
about addition
and subtraction
you can take
anything away
but attraction
*I'll **** her.*
Jul 3, 2014
Jul 3, 2014 at 5:10 AM UTC
Just one bat of her lashes, and every neuron in my brain was conspiring to steal her heart. So I became a thief. I become a lot of things in an instant, the way a chameleon changes colors. Her heart was reduced to a jewel, courting became a heist, and possession was just the *** afterwards. She was nothing more than a crime. A terrible thing that I committed.
Jul 3, 2014
Jul 3, 2014 at 5:09 AM UTC