I loved him--I love him so so much.
It's hard to think about him with another girl. I never was good at taming my jelousy. I dont think he was ever mines in the first place. I think its safe to say that he never loved me. He only liked me to his best ability. He doesnt understand what i need from him. He's so cold now and so unresponsive. yet, he responds to the warmth of my touch, always whispering that there's never too much.

Well not even so much of that anymore. Don't get me wrong, i dont hate him, not completely. The though of us being together is now beneath me. He's incapable of honestly feeling. Only telling me what he thinks I want to hear. Only seeing and never belieiving.

He let me believe that it was all my fault. He let me beg to take me back. He never kissed me softly and shouldered the blame.

Its because deep down he's lame. He's so full of games. Love isnt what we made it to be. This is a lie he and I told to sleep peacfully.

Well sweet dreams