A soft wind blew, the cool air carrying the faint scent of cologne and liquor. Hearing your voice call my name made me quiver. Made me scared. You say we'll have a life together, you say you want to marry me. But how can I trust what you? Do you really love me? Or is that just the alcohol talking again. Again. And again. How many times have we been together? How many times did you say you would always be there? I should never trust you. But somehow, I can't run away from you. I can't stand to be away from you. Some sick thought making me turn to you, let you hold me, let you tell me you love me. I find myself being your last girlfriend, you first girlfriend, and your shoulder to cry on. I won't say no to you. But why? Is it because of your words, like, "You shine brighten then the sun, and you are as beautiful as the many stars that I see in your eyes. Together. We shall become the moon and the sun, together. We shall love each other." You say what ever you can to stay with me, and I stay. I guess you can say I love you, but I also hate you. Damn, this is some twisted relationship. |
Submission Name: Twisted Relationship
