Why do you do that?
Why do you strum me along like I’m some string on a violin?
Why do you act like there isn’t a possibility we couldn’t be more than friends?
What happened to the late nights we spent together? The soft laughter and talking about the near future. You made it seem like it would be you and I against the world. Maybe I’m more upset at the fact that I considered the hope of us being together for a split second than you leaving me in the dark.
How can you wake up one day, and pretend like nothing happened the night before? How can you play someone who had your best interests at heart? That’s how you diminish a good woman. You can go to hell and back for someone and that individual could still reply, “I didn’t ask you to.”
These mind games are slowly interfering with my sanity. You don’t destroy the people you love.
Having too big a heart can be a weakness. When you have a big heart, you tend to look for an angel deep inside the demon. The darkness will eventually consume you, making their pain your pain.
Another thing.
Why should I bend over backwards for someone who’s not even willing to meet me halfway? This act gets old after a while.
Sometimes we create our own heartbreak. We love too hard. We expect too much which often leads to disappointment.
The empty promises.
The unnecessary lies.
I’m tired. I’m tired of it all. I’m tired of putting in more than I receive. I’m tired of not getting what I deserve. I deserve to be treated like an actual human being. It seems like most of the people I encounter, are getting over someone through me or are only seeking something temporary and inconsequential, knowing somehow I’d be the one to supply it.
There’s nothing in this world that I want more is someone to love me with my flaws and all. To break down all the barriers that I have set up. There’s always going to be roadblocks but I need someone who is willing to go through them with me instead of fleeing the other way. I need someone who is willing to do everything a real man is supposed to do.
Mind games.
First, it hurts, but then you get used to it.
