as if he knew the peculiar pictures behind my eyelids, sleepless in sleep, ******* bruises so bittersweet to dream of you still i hate you so much and not at all, all at once
never trust him again and he... he still misses me he trusted meβhe TRUSTS me he trusts my steady quiet and my shaking hands and this and that of me i missed him, i think maybe, distractedly but not really
only in a lie and a liar isnβt me but he makes me speak them so since my honesty would hurt him earnest and afraid, my admission: i do not want to touch his emotions and so to curb the awkward truth i missed him and none the wiser
Tag yourself Iβm that guy that still wants to avoid hurting his exβs feelings even though said ex is a manipulative, lying cheat.