I cannot get these thoughts , these visions out of my head
The things that you wrote her, the things that you said
Am I still breathing, am I still alive?
If my heart is still beating, why do I feel dead inside?
How could someone like her, turn you on so much?
Someone so fake, something that you couldn't touch?
You had a woman at home, who worked hard everyday
Yet while I was out working, it was you who then played
How could you call me every hour, even more on some days,
And tell me how much you missed me, and loved me all kinds of ways
I can't even imagine , what I did not see
All I know is that she, looked nothing like me
I will never truly look at you, the same way as before
I will never fully trust you, you threw it out the door
But, most of all I don't respect you,
Because I would have never done this to you,
I may have alot of issues, but the one thing I am is true
I have to say though, that I should not feel insecure,
Because no matter who you were with,
You always wanted something more
You need to find the emptiness, you're trying so hard to fufill,
The sad part is that I don't think, that you ever will..
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Written September 7th, 2005
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Girl, let me start by saying this was an awesome write... the picture was on target to say the very least... a woman scorned... you have done this with perfection. I really enjoyed. It seems we are aboard the same boat... sailing through the sea of misery... and some jerk is in control of the wind and waves... which are the emotions that rock our small unsteady boat.... thanks so much for entering and best of luck!
Melanie

