I try to conjure up words that can explain what you did to me.
But, the truth is nothing can epitomize the pain you brought upon me.
Abandonment. Above all, you were abandonment.
You left me lying in the middle of the road.
You left me for dead.
Our love was just a hit-and-run for you.
An entire year spent running me over with your high horse,
and you still have yet to see the bruises on my ribs.
I am broken.
I am road ****
You will never love me as much as you love yourself.
Jan 30, 2014
Jan 30, 2014 at 9:08 PM UTC
I try to conjure up words that can explain what you did to me.
But, the truth is nothing can epitomize the pain you brought upon me.
Abandonment. Above all, you were abandonment.
You left me lying in the middle of the road.
You left me for dead.
Our love was just a hit-and-run for you.
An entire year spent running me over with your high horse,
and you still have yet to see the bruises on my ribs.
I am broken.
I am road ****
You will never love me as much as you love yourself.
