Bang, Bang. Guns Go Bang.
i thought you changed;
with all my heart i believed the lies you were shoving down my throat. i trusted the you, and let myself get caught up in the web you were weaving yourself.
but trends aren't set by the lies between your teeth.
Robbie.
the name slides off my tongue with such practiced ease, perfected calmness. because that name makes my stomach churn and my fingers twitch and my facial muscle cringe and spasm over and over. - maybe it's the fact that i once knew this person better than anyone else. maybe it's because i loved him, poured my soul out to him, and got my heart torn into pieces.
over,
and over,
and over,
again.
but like the stupid, stubborn, masochistic puppy i was, i kept coming back for more.
or maybe the reason i became to visibly sick, so helplessly revolted at the mention of that name was because someone else that i held so very dear had the same name. but i highly doubt it. that's another part of me.
Robert Allan Boyer broke my heart continually when I was only in seventh grade. I was so madly in love with him, my heart in the palm of his hand. He had me. I would do whatever he wanted.
And he promised and promised and promised me that we would be together, to just give him another day or two. And at the end of that 'day or two' i gave him, he'd have a girlfriend. a girlfriend that wasn't me.
i soon learned that what most considered 'promises' were the equivalent of lies with robbie.
so after this continuing for almost an entire year - i forgot allllll about robbie. he never crossed my mind once. the only time when his name graced my presence was in passing talk with people about how he was dating steph and how there was TONS AND TONS of drama surrounding their relationship.
until one day.
about a week ago.
i decided to talk to my old friend Nate. Nate is bestfriends with Robbie. nate told me about how robbie liked me. i told nate i wans't sure. robbit started talking to me again.
and i soon saw myself falling into the trap. and i stood there and watched at Alice fell deep into the clutches of these two drug addicts.
but i'm a giver, and my heart is vulnerable, i'll give it out to anyone who is willing to take care of it;
it's just that sometimes, people don't have the purest intentions.
to make a long story short-
robbie told me he loved me and all that bullshit like he always does. and i believed him. and he managed to hurt me in a weeks time. i guess he'd rather have slut steph henrey than me.
but he didn't break my heart. he doesn't deserve that fucking satisfaction.
and life goes on.