why do you insist on feeding me lies?
do you really think i’ll believe them? Do you understand the extent of what i went through with that last guy?
It was horrible.
the darkest part of my life.
Also the most informative, the torture gifted me the most useful kind of knife.
I am so much more prepared that you know,
and baby i’m not talking about the fight.
it doesn’t happen often but this is one of the few times
i wish i wasn’t always right.
I don’t know why i believe you when you say you’ll come back. & you do it every time.
i wait and wait; and wait.
why do you insist on keeping the hope alive? it was barely present to begin with.
So many times
you could have easily just ended the misery, learned how to court with honesty.
let each of our discomfort die.