this will be the last of my tears because i have forgotten every word you've said to me. the thought of an us, is non existent. the thought of love is overrated , so i beg cupid to spare me. i bared my soul and you still hid your honest emotions so i decided to cancel Christmas. not fair to my future to be tangled in your worldly problems, so for my unloved days, i obeyed my selfish wishes. you would have to be clinically ill to think that i still sit by the phone with all ringers on loud to wait for your call. my delusional ex , that was then, this now ; not the case at all. wen it fell down you couldn't pick up the pieces w/ the shovel that i handed you. so why stay around to get nothing , i cant continue to demand the man in you. so i try to grip a handle too. on my life & on my security. you mean nothing to me , you are simply . . .the past , a fabrication of what i wanted , and everything else in between. they say good love is the kind that would set souls on fire. you hold no elements of this and
i am still a habitual liar.
FIN.
FIN.
