As I write this,
I feel broken,
my heart in pieces.
and like so many others,
I have been forgotten.
Discarded but determined,
I put on a front,
refusing to let the world know
he really didn't want me at all.
Pride my defense mechanism,
I'll be damned if I give him
the satisfaction of knowing,
I feel so stupid for believing
him when he said "I love you."
So I'll do what
every other woman does
when she knows her time is up.
I'll work out,
I'll try not to cry every night,
I'll miss him
(involuntarily)
and he'll never ever know it.
Because I'll be damned if I give him
the satisfaction of knowing
that there isn't a single day
no, not a single hour
that I don't really really miss him..
and I hate him for that.
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- Revisit Your Past... by Miss Faerie.
525 points, ended April 4, 2007, 24 entries
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I think it is natural to miss them, even though what we really want to do is just hate them more than anything, because wouldn't that just make it easier.. I like the way that you related this so well to others
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