She played me as always her lies had become a constant and I no longer questioned if they were truths anymore.
She needed to look down on someone the spoiled always do .
Once I was her fix to piss off daddy now I was simply her crutch .
Look at what I tolerate he's a drunk
He is lazy won't work all he does is stay out all night he's such a bastard!
She needed someone to blame someone to make her appear less of a train wreck than she truly was.
She was a first rate cunt .
Maybe that's why I liked her so very much.
She always was the victim of a nonexistent crime .
The lover of empty words .
And the destroyer of mine.
There's no hell just people trapped inside prisons of there own creation.
Mind fuck bastards like myself misreble and doing nothing to change the course.
It was one in the morning when the phone rang.
Hey can I come over she asked .
I've really missed you I'm sorry I've been such a bitch .
I paused for a moment saying nothing I simply hung up and took the phone off the hook.
Looks like I decided to take another road instead .