Doing all for love
Take it to your grave, if that's what you want. I thought you had broken my heart once again, but this time you broke the chains. At this funeral, I am burying us. I hope you are finally happy. And finally, I am grieving what was lost. I think of all those moments when I opened myself to you, when I showed you the most vulnerable parts of me. I thought I was safe. But you were like a snake, patiently waiting, knowing one day you would swallow me whole. All this time did it truly mean nothing? Because it feels as though you already knew how it would end. As though you always knew I would be the one left bleeding. What we shared felt real to me. Don't tell me it wasn't. Either you're a remarkable actor, or you're so stubborn that you'd rather make me believe you felt nothing than admit you once loved me. A selfish fraud. But perhaps I expected too much. You've fed on intimacy from so many women that it has become just another drink. Another shot poured into a...
