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Dead inside
I’ve chased you for so many years, dreamed of telling tales of how I met you, how I never lost sight of what we could be together. If you want something bad enough you’ll get it no matter what… Just maybe not the way you wanted. Its been 4 years almost 5, and I’ve spent those years trying to make you see what we could have been together. Could have been… we’re both broken you hate me, I hate me. You needed me to save you, but I can’t save you anymore, if I can’t even save myself. Now there is nothing left of that dream, its reality is now a empty room with scraps on the floor a piano were you could’ve once played but will never feel another finger tip. My mind is scarred with the memories of happiness that you made me feel. Its the truth I wish I could have never said that ruined it all… You once said, “how can you say that your truth is better than ours?” because my dear, its not a lie. All thats left to show of myself now is the gaping hole where my heart once beat.
sincesheleft appreciates minnesotaguy’s submission.
It’s been year of this and all I have to say is that it hasn’t been easy, nothing has been easy, but to be honest all of it is for you. There have been too many phone calls where we ended up resenting one another, I don’t want everything to fall apart now, I don’t want resentment, it’s not who we used to be. I wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t for you. I am just trying to picture a life without you, without zero contact with you and it burns a hole in my chest. Yet we’re still here, but our scenery is changing, and it feels like a lifetime sitting alone here without you. I don’t know how long this is going to take but I hope it’s worth the wait. You’re worth all this waiting. I promise you that one day everything is going to be better for us, I hope for forever. All I can do is hope.
xo—melanieday
May 24, 2010 11:26PM
You were unexpectedly perfect despite who we were, how we met. We were exactly the same in every way, but that was it. You fucked up, then I fucked up and we continued to make mistakes until there was nothing left of us. Why was I so surprised that someone just like me would fuck up so badly. Sometimes I miss you, I wish I hadn’t let go so quickly. But inn the end I wasn’t anything but a free therapist. Your safety blanket. I guess all your twisted games taught me a really fucked up lesson. I fell in love, game over.
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