So I’m cleaning and I find the old love song I had written for him, that has the most beautiful melo
So I’m cleaning and I find the old love song I had written for him, that has the most beautiful melody I could bare to sing out, and I’m still so angry after all these years.I’m still so angry about how that song you had written for me too wasn’t just mine, she knew the words too. Still so angry that I gave my all for someone who wanted more and more. Still so angry that I never realized that through those green eyes that you were seeing more women than me. I’m still so angry about all the holes in the walls, all the broken calls, all the missed texts. I’m still so angry about the healed bruises on my skin from when you lost your temper, I’m still angry about the words you screamed at me, all the things you called me. I’m still so angry about the tattoo I bought you, the one you asked me to create, and how when I drew it up for you, you said you’d have a REAL artist draw it up too. I’m still so angry that to this day you find the nerve to text me telling me you love me. I’m still so angry that I wasted 4+ years on someone who was just counting down the minutes until they could meet someone new, counting all the dollars they could get out of my wallet, counting all the tears they could make me shed without remorse. I’m still so angry at you but I’m still more angry at me too. “Can we fall in love, if only for the moment, if only just to say that we had done it?” -- source link
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