| The girl who wrote you love letters failed to tell you that the fairytale was going to end. when she said "i love you" it meant "ill stick around until i find someone better" and when she said "i need you" it meant "i need your mouth on mine, lets share oxygen because without the validation of your tongue touching mine this feels like nothing" and when she told you that you should love the beautiful things about yourself, shes speaking the truth but does she really know that, or is it just another line? sometimes at night you have to remind yourself that she doesnt love you, theres somebody new, she gave up on you because you had too many problems and the baggage was to heavy. you called her weak and she said you're right; she called you vulnerable and you reminded her that she was too willing to take advantage of the heart on your sleeve and the healing broken heart that was supposed to be under lock and key. you clench your fist and your tears are staining your favorite pillow; she rested her head there four weeks ago but she'll never touch your sheets again. with your fingertips, you stop yourself from dialing the ten digits you know by heart, because you know she isnt going to answer. you lay there and count the broken promises on fingers and toes. you reach for the notebook that contains all of her drawings and letters to you, you'll tear those words to shreds. what doesnt kill you makes you stronger, you have to remember that. what doesnt kill you, makes you who you are. you have nothing left of her to hold on to. no letters, no clothes, no books or scents. its been so long, that theres nothing more than the memories that are fading. you're forgetting what her face looks like and it hurts more than you imagined. theres been no one since her, and you dont know what that says about yourself. you'll move on and someone new will come along. your heart will spin in cirles and when she looks at you and touches your hand, brushes the hair out of your eyes, you'll feel as if the world and everything contained within it is standing still. except of course, for your heart. it spins, it flutters, it explodes within its tiny set of chambers. you want a love that captures your entire body, your every waking moment. you want it to consume you whole. you'll think to yourself, "isn't love wonderful".
This was an e-mail from my ex boyfriend who said I prevoked him to write this to all the males.
I do not understand it though, because he's the one who cheated on me.
I did not do anything to him, he makes me look like the bad guy.
Anus!
Haha whats up everyone?
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