Your Kisses Are Wasted On Me

Feb 19, 2010 20:53

(I am not heartbroken. I am not heartbroken. I am not heartbroken.)

See what a good girl I am? I am not responding to your text. I am steadfastly boycotting anything that will cause that tingly feeling in my toes. No more poetry. No more emotional jazz. I am ruled by my head, not my heart.

Ahem.

I talked to Sara. She reminded me of everything I already knew about you. You aren't capable of fidelity. It wouldn't be any different with me. I had let my head be turned by your talk of love but now I can see it is just another word to you. You are so very fond of your words, your poetry. You may keep them. You'll never love anyone more than you love yourself. How silly of me to think I could have a different ending. The only happy endings you know are those that signal the end of that week's "relationship". Your catharsis extends no further than bodily fluids.

I am worth so much more than being an accessory to your words.
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