I find myself thinking of you when i'm by myself in a crowded room...or when i'm alone.
I find myself reeling when i wake up out of breath...thinking that you were near.
I find myself lying when i say that it was just lust not love.
I find myself asking why'd you do it...when i see the hurt in her eyes too.
I find myself wondering where you are, what you are doing, and who you are seeing.
I find myself crying...knowing that you were and are not right for me.
I find myself breaking when i hear that word, love.
It's so over-used and misunderstood.
I hear my friends, family, and people i barely know use it on a daily basis...
do they know what it means?
Do they know that it's a promise?
A promise to feel for another being as unconditionally as they can.
As compationately as they know how,
And unforgetably as possible.
Unfortunately...many people have broken this promise...including myself.
I truly am sorry for the things i said, things i did.
But, that does not mean that i deserved the treatment i got.
Who the fuck gives you the right to say the things you did?
How is it possible that you could love another within a matter of weeks?
I think you're un-educated in that area.
So let me give you one freakin CLUE, IT IS NOT SEX.
Give the poor girl a break...and let her go before it's too late.
Like you should have done with me.
Like the treatment i should have gotten.
The truth. But i'm not good enough for that apparently.
It is NOT okay to share with other people about our old intimatecies.
I do not give a fuck if i spelt that wrong.
What people don't seem to get is that i'm still hurting.
They think that i can just pick up and move on, come on girl get up and get over it.
NO.
I'M SO FUCKING DONE WITH ALL OF THIS BULLSHIT.
GET OUT OF MY HEAD!