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Mar 21, 2005 16:58

it does not bother me to say
this isn't love
cuz if you don't wanna talk about
then it isn't love
and i guess i'm gonna have to live with that

I’m really angry with you. I’m really disappointed in you. I feel disrespected and made less, in a sense, by you. I hate feeling like I am just another item in somebody’s queue and that’s how you make me feel. Maybe you don’t think that’s a fair assessment but that’s the impression you are giving me. I don’t mind being patient, I don’t mind waiting for a good thing, or even waiting for a bad thing so long as it's a God thing. I don’t mind being asked to understand and empathize with the circumstances of your life. But you don’t ever ask. You always expect me to understand, without offering an explanation, and always without an apology. I’m worth so much more than that. I hope you figure this out soon.
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