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| Letter To Her |
“Tell me one good reason why I shouldn’t kill myself right now”. It’s never good when one of your best friends calls you crying and when that’s the first thing you hear when you answer, it’s never good. So many thoughts and emotions were running through my mind when he told me that you broke up with him. Part of me was happy, and I know that sounds so wrong, but it’s true. After what he had been going through that day because you were ignoring him, it’s what he needed.. and yeah, it gives me and him a better chance at having something more than a friendship which him and I have talked about more than once. Even though part of me was happy, the majority of me was pissed off, scared, worried, and sad. I was worried because you and I both know how unpredictable he can bee. I was sad because I know how much he loved you. I didn’t think he had it in him to cry. He’s always been so strong and I thought it would take a lot more than that to break him how you did. You said that you were there for him, but that’s bullshit, I was there more for him than you were. Who was he calling in the middle of the night just to talk and who answered the phone when he called and who was he calling when he was worried about you? Me. I felt like I was more of a girlfriend to him then you were. You just don’t see it. He loved you with all of his being and you went and threw him away. And for what? Because you have psychotic issues that you took out on him, even though he has enough of his own problems to deal with, he took yours on too. The night you broke his heart I had so many people mad at me because I was supposed to be out with my friends having a good time. But he kept calling and I answered EVERY single time because he was my first and most important priority. I didn’t want to see him do anything stupid. I’ve already lost a lot of people in my life that I love and I couldn’t stand to lose him because of the games that you played with him. I don’t know what this has done for you, but its helped me tremendously. If I wouldn’t have wrote this I would have ended up yelling or beating the shit out of you and I didn’t want to do either one of these things. I would die for him, that’s how much I love him, would you have died for him? This started out as a poem but it obviously didn’t end that way….
Blog Category: Writing and Poetry
Current mood: pissed off
Added on: 29/02/2008 07:38:58
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