Tuesday, February 15, 2011

All Good Things Come to an...Oh F*ck it. Why Wont My Heart Just Die Already?

It wasnt so much of what was being said no more than it was that the blame of the day's disarray seemed to fall on me. I always feel as though I'm playing the waiting game---waiting for someone who's just stringing me along. *this emotional string will one day become the rope by which my demise is dependent up on*

Recently, Everything seems to always be my fault and I find myself apologizing for things that I normally wouldn't even give thought to much less apologize for. But I can't express sorrow for anything that happened yesterday because I simply wasn't in the know. I was waiting on you to confirm our plans and you left your answer up to assumption. I don't operate on a " oh it's Valentines day, I hope she wants me to come over" type thing. Matter of fact, I doubt any self respecting man does.

Truth of the matter is that I feel the same way about you in anger as I did when I first met you. As much as it appears as though I'm some calloused player with impenetrable emotions, the fact remains that my heart doesn't waver. I have no emotional on and off switch. I can't love you today and hate you tomorrow... In regards to you, it's just not in my nature. After last nights events, I wanted to forget you and the past 10 months but I cant...I'm mad at you but for some strange feeling I know that the moment you call or text, I'll let it all slide...I wish I knew why I was so forgiving of you but I don't. It's like I know I'm being played for a fool and yet I continue to allow it to (knowingly) happen.

I didn't walk out because I wanted to leave, I left because I couldn't stand around and watch the last remaining morsel of self respect and humorous pride be snatched from underneath me under the disguise of you having a " bad day".

But Heav, I get it.. We all have bad days but damn will you always lash out on the one motherfucker that attempting to make it better? ...

I may not be your one but I guess we're done.

Sincerely,

Me
~fin

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