I don’t need you, love. I don’t need your grace or your sympahy. Because you are only a feeling, and I have so many others that you will only get in the way. I need the space. No, you cannot leave your toothbrush here. Or your comb. or your condoms. Why don’t you scram now? Run away from here and take all your garbage with you. I don’t want your snickers wrappers or your beer cans thrown about my house. I don’t want your porn or your chew. Whatever it is that makes you feel like a man. But I know the truth, love. I know that you are much weaker then I will ever be.
My love, I will not degrade myself any longer thinking of you. How you did my wrong. My love, I don’t need you. I don’t want your alcohol abuse on my hands. My hands are clean. And although alot of people pointed their grimy fingers in my direction, I know that you caused your own misery. As I have in the past, but no more, my love.
And you can keep your petty possesions if they mean that much to you. I am not a material girl. You can keep your trail and your ugly broke down girlfriend or whatever it is you call her these days. And you can keep your ugly broke down truck to go along with your ugly broke down girlfriend, my love. I do not want you, my love. I no longer drive home, come around the corner and look for your truck to be parked precariously on the hill…. for that was the only way it would start.
You can keep your bad track record of letting everyone in your life down. Not living up to expectations.
And you can keep your hands to yourself, love. Lets face it, love, the feeling I got from you I just got from playing racketball in the rain. There are so many others ways to make my heart race. Only one difference, my love, racketball knows how to handle a girl like me hot wet and sweaty.
And truth be known, there are so many guys who can handle a girl like me, self confident, realiable, successful, beautiful, with a sense of humor you wish your own woman had. So many guys can handle a gorgeous smartass like myself that there is really no need to continue on with you this way.
I’ve erased you from my phone, my love. I no longer wait for your phone call at midnight or eight in the morning. Your text messages full of lies, of love, of betrayal, of me, little niave me, and your girl, the fool.
Because it is all too sad, love. The way you played three of us in the end. Yourself, to begin with. Me, the hopeless Libra romantic. And her, the fool who has been taking care of you for six years. Putting up with your lies, your hatred for yourself, and her. I can only hope one day she will gain the self confidence that she lacks and get rid of you, love.
And the lines you used to keep me here, trapped, in your sick pathetic mind game are of no use anymore, love. they are only words. and I have some of my own for y ou. Although I will spew them out ehre for they are not workthy of my pen and paper. They are not worthy of my attention. And love, if you came to me today begging for my forgiveness as you have so many times in the past, I would only shield my eyes from you, sheild my heart and my soul. Because in the end, love, you don’t deserve me.
bo YAAAAA!!!! ;)