I wish I would have never picked up your phone.
I wish i had never looked through it.
Was I wrong?
Absolutely.
But so were you.

And now, every day, I die a little more on the inside.
Just the knowing.
The awareness in that I am not good enough for you,
and I probably haven't been since the beginning.

I could make up a hundred different reasons why I don't want to get out of bed in the morning.
But I don't have a hundred different reasons.

You broke me.
And I can't stop my hard beating heart.
I can't stop breathing hot down your neck.
I want my reason why.
And I will tear it out of you if I must.

"Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned."

Though my fury is quiet, it isn't small.
Though my love is vast, it is not forgiving.

You've ****** me raw
Do not think I'll be forgetting.