I’ve convinced myself that you never really loved me.
I mean, how would with with how you treated me?
I’m also convinced that you never really wanted me the way you made it out to be.
You said the same things to her and her and probably her about their body.
How it made you want to do things,
How it was irresistible.
It makes me wonder if every time I made your leg quiver when I stroked you, and every time I made you gasp when I ****** you and every time I made you take your lords name in vein when I rode you, were you thinking of me?
Or behind those closed eyes were you thinking of D? Or M? Or someone else? Her? And her? And him? And them?
But even after convincing myself that you never loved me,there’s still one thing I can’t figure out.
How can someone treat me like that and use me like I’m a ******* rag to be thrown away and replace me like a doll but then look at me that way?
How can your eyes mirror mine?
Every time we locked eyes sitting in the car or in the park afterwards.
Every time you were inside me when we were together.
How could your eyes reflect back the love that mine held?
How can one make their eyes lie?