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Dear Cheating Boyfriend
If you could feel how you break my heart each time you do your thing when I turn my head.
How every night is special to me, when we are lying there in bed!
How every moment with you are drastically needed like the clichÃ© of needing you is like needing air.
But what you have done could not be forgiven, for I gave you so many years, and you just donâ€™t care.
You lied, and were cheating, while you took the blame on me.
I cried, and tried even dropped to my knee.
Taking blame and taking fault as if I were the one who got caught.
My heart is broken so many times before, just in being in this relationship with you.
I did everything that I was, and could do.
You werenâ€™t satisfied, as I see you rather downgrade from something true, to something new, yet used.
And forget how much I meant to you.
I rather you break up with me, than have someone on the side.
Where I am the faithful one, who suffers and cries!
Leave me and let me go, you just emotionally donâ€™t know.
The pieces I will have to pick up when the loneness subsides, as I find shelter and begin to hide.
You donâ€™t know and wonâ€™t ever know what youâ€™ve done to me, for I will never have done that to you.
With the many choices, chances, and youâ€™ve went through.
While youâ€™re sharing our fantasy with someone else, I am trying to keep this love alive.
You were playing me, like an eight ball, smacked to the side.
Let me let go; for youâ€™re still here youâ€™re sitting next to me like you just donâ€™t care.
I now regret taking you back, for every imagine keeps coming back.
But when youâ€™re gone I yearn for you at my side, just to talk, just to say hi.
Iâ€™m not ready for another oneâ€™s embrace. Iâ€™m not ready to bring anyone in this place.
Not to even talk face to face.
I need to bleed you out, and let my wounded heart heal. Slowly get myself up, and begin again to feel.
Reverse the role and see if I have done this to you, how would you react?
I know that answerâ€¦ in fact. You would have gotten physical to keep us intact.
I know this was written very long, it really wasnâ€™t meant to be. I just went going off. To someone who doesnâ€™t understand me. Iâ€™m writing this poem, hoping youâ€™ll recognize how serious Iâ€™m fading. And I donâ€™t know if I could keep going onâ€¦ Faking!
I could write a book, a novel, a script, or a reality show on how broken we become.
How used we feel, for the serve we have done.
Iâ€™m going to end this hopefully itâ€™ll get through, that I am writing this because I love you.
I am expressing that this is my promise letter to myself, that this is the last straw.
The â€œYouâ€™ve been servedâ€ letter that contracts me to this letter, this self-proclaimed law.
That this day forth I will not tolerate any suspicious behavior, even if it isnâ€™t going on!
Itâ€™s your fault these insecurities in me, what do you expect me to do?
If any shit happens, our â€œwhateverâ€ we have is forever through.
A will and testament from me to youâ€¦