Oct 12, 2004 10:12
we dated for a long time, you were my first everything, love, sex, etc. but to you that seemed to mean a lot, until it just wasn't enough that i did everything i could for you. well now after it took you 4 and a half years to see you didn't want me, then another six months to finally admit that you were a whore and didn't want me at all. you have the nerve to say you still wanna be friends. explain to me how is it possible for me to even want to talk to you after you ripped my heart out, danced on it, showed it to your new men {yeah i said men}, ran it through a paper shredder then decided to place it oh so roughly back in my chest. well the tape that you closed the hole with wasn't that strong, but its holding and each day i add another piece, so believe me, one day ill be fine, one day ill forget the pain i felt, but everyday you'll still be you, and you'll still have all the things that you did to me tattooed on your soul.
liar, my sweet sweet liar i love you.................no more