Remember.
The apple that
killed
Snow White was a masterpiece brewed from the poison of jealousy.
Not hate.
Rebound



written on Saturday, May 26, 2012 1:26 AM


I knew you never did wanted happiness for me bad enough.
And I always felt you were lying about coming back.

Because I allowed you, you became only best at breaking my fucking fucking broken heart.

I am so sick to my stomach that having tried so hard, so often, having done so much, so frequent, so consistent, it has not proven my determination and love for you.

Right.

I will never be up to your demands.

Because I am already yours.

Nothing so exaggerated was an issue when I wasn't.

You won't bug to do the least favor to save me these tears, not yesterday, not now, not anymore.