Dear Me,
Yesterday I thought I knew how things were...
But I started to see those lines begin to blur.
I used to think this was living,
I was made to be cold, hard and unforgiving....
I once was told he loved the color of my eyes after I had been crying.
I think he just loved to see me dying.
I was once told I hung the moon and stars.
I think he thought I was like the girls at the bars.
I once believed his bullshit, hook, line, and sinker.
I now just see I wasn't much of a thinker.
I had this image of my life with, so happy and so nice.
I guess he never thought his bullshit wouldn't suffice.
I was everything he had ever wanted.
I was kept awake at night simply to be haunted.
I was granted this hope to again live,
I am learning to trust, love, and forgive...
I wish he could see past his own pain.
I need to hope for us to both be sane.
I get held by arms, safe and warm.
I am confused by this lack of norm.
I became this feminine wreck.
I simply want to ring his damned neck!
I laugh and giggle when he says "Location! Location! Location!"
I really shouldn't desire this nerdy aggravation.
I finally am seeing something past myself.
I want everthing this love could be-crazy, insane, and completion itself.
Today I was told that I could do better...
I wish that he could read this broken heart letter.
**SMOOCHES & KINK**
Me
