I guess we now know how u truely feel. Trust me, I won’t forget a single word of how you really feel. No take-backs.
Just watch out for the mold your making.
When you send a text and they don’t reply back. Now your sitting there questioning that last text you sent.
Acts never commited
How can someone question someone, and undeniably doubt them,
Prepared for failure,
With no expectation of victory;
When their character has shown nothing but, flawless innocence?
To project false belief and praise when everything is fine
But define judgemental when failure arises,
Prosecuting their every act
With full intentions to highlight any and every flaw at a time when no flaws have been proven.
Phathoming any excuse to raise tentions,
Acts never commited
Forced into ones memory
In a subcontious act to give evidence of reasons to doubt
When no evidence is present.
And when “given” a chance to state their side
Its taken as a plea to spare themselves,
Lies to cover up truth
In hopes it will be erased from history,
Acts,
That were never commited.
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Hour long fights
Turned into quiet nights
But the fights became the reason its so still tonight.
Woken up in the middle of the night
Several times
Seven nights
Always to the same thing
A empty bed
A full head
Finding escapes in my dreams
But they even reject me
Dont over think
Just over live
Love isnt something u hld onto
Its something u give
