Aug 26, 2008 23:45
So now you see what it does to me, this concept of yours, this “free love” enterprise. I have come to discover the true root of it’s hurt to me, of it’s destruction within my life.
a. I am angry at myself, for being willing to pretend I can play this game, just to be with you, for caring so little about myself that I would sacrifice my very essence to this game, and to you.
b. I am upset that someone I care for so much would let me enter into this game
c. I am upset that someone I care for so much would play in this game against me
But mostly, Joe, what fucking kills me, is that you see the hurt this is causing me… and you keep me here, though you can see as plain as I the torture of the trying. You keep me here because you’d rather I hurt to be with you than set me free, so I can be happy with someone else.
Please…. please set me free.
Stop saying I love you, stop saying you care, stop saying I’m irreplaceable. Replace me, please, just let me go! I can’t do this anymore but I can’t leave you without permission.
Let me go, Joe, put the casket in the ground. We’re six feet under and there’s no resurrection.