you play the role of the angel, now youll see my face in hell
You are inconsiderate no matter what you believe about yourself. I don’t care what you think of yourself because the only thing that matters at this point in time is what I think of you because I’m the only person who’s stayed in your life for all of the right reasons.
For the past 2 years and however many months I have held back from living because the second I realized that I could actually have relationships that were as good as the one i had with you if not better I ran. I avoided it all together. I couldn’t face the fact that you weren’t as special as I thought so I convinced myself nothing will ever be as good as it was with you and I avoided the possibility all together.. I pushed away Dave and tonight i realized he is a better person then you’ll ever be.
You shared OUR experiences with other people you had EXATLY what we had and more with other people who were only "something" for the time being and shit with them meant more then it did with me
You shared where I sleep beside you with someone else. Your family. Your life. The real you and so much more with people that mean nothing. with people that are now dating your best friend.
randoms have felt more important to you then I have
I’m dying inside at the fact that you gave your body to the girl that is at your bus stop in the mornings four times in one hour in the bed you expect me to dream well while sleeping in.
I feel like a worthless pos for even considering giving mine to yours...then again you did tell me I meant everything to you only yesterday so I guess you’ve had me convinced.
I’m not blind
I have resources
And its nice to find out from your best friends ex girlfriend in a coffee shop how you really are/feel.
But baby I had the right.
Maybe next time you’ll reconsider trying to tell me you cant express yourself or tell me things because its just not you
Because you apparently had no problem with that while your dick was in someone you saw for maybe a week.
I’m fucking done.
Peace.
I hope you don’t come home from England
I love you.
For the past 2 years and however many months I have held back from living because the second I realized that I could actually have relationships that were as good as the one i had with you if not better I ran. I avoided it all together. I couldn’t face the fact that you weren’t as special as I thought so I convinced myself nothing will ever be as good as it was with you and I avoided the possibility all together.. I pushed away Dave and tonight i realized he is a better person then you’ll ever be.
You shared OUR experiences with other people you had EXATLY what we had and more with other people who were only "something" for the time being and shit with them meant more then it did with me
You shared where I sleep beside you with someone else. Your family. Your life. The real you and so much more with people that mean nothing. with people that are now dating your best friend.
randoms have felt more important to you then I have
I’m dying inside at the fact that you gave your body to the girl that is at your bus stop in the mornings four times in one hour in the bed you expect me to dream well while sleeping in.
I feel like a worthless pos for even considering giving mine to yours...then again you did tell me I meant everything to you only yesterday so I guess you’ve had me convinced.
I’m not blind
I have resources
And its nice to find out from your best friends ex girlfriend in a coffee shop how you really are/feel.
But baby I had the right.
Maybe next time you’ll reconsider trying to tell me you cant express yourself or tell me things because its just not you
Because you apparently had no problem with that while your dick was in someone you saw for maybe a week.
I’m fucking done.
Peace.
I hope you don’t come home from England
I love you.