I don't want to move on. It's too hard and I don't think I can do it. Do you realize what I go through everyday? The screams the walls echo and the beatings they take. [and I don't mean the walls]
I've always heard that home is where the heart is. Maybe I need a transplant then, so I can make everything right. Or at least better. Some days I wonder why I even fell in love. I knew you wouldn't love me like I wanted and you
were just like all the others.
~ and all the others were daddies and I'm not ready to be a mother ~
i. On the first date you held me, told me everything would be okay. That we would be forever. I liked it that way. Like when you gave me your jacket because I was cold. I'll never forget that.
ii. Now that you have me "hook, line, and sinker", or so you think, is this when you quit showing me love? I'm just another glamour whore to add to your collection. You feast upon the goods I have until another "trophy" comes along. Now I'm reminded why I hated guys so much.
iii. You can bury me with regret, if you want to. I, however, refuse to live this life in your arms. I can't be embraced by deceit and false intentions. I am just another option in your multiple choice. And as much as I wish I could still keep my "In A Relationship" status on Facebook and MySpace, I think I'll just blog about how much of a wreck you made me.
Girls travel in packs.
Remember that.
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