The Sob Stories of Lizzie Emerson (ON HOLD)

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I remember the last time I fell for the wrong guy..

April 13, 2012 12:07 PM

If you really think about when you finally find that one person who makes you feel like you're the only person in the world, that's how I knew he would destroy me in the most beautiful way possible.

I still hear him saying the three emotional words to me after we made love for the first time. "I love you, Lizzie," He spoke with an New York accent.

That's when I knew he would complete the task of ruining me.

He looked like one of those guys in those cliché love stories, where the girl falls in love with the bad boy, in which he reciprocates his feelings and she tries to fix him with love and empathy.

He didn't need to tell me that he felt something strong for me, right from the start I knew he did.

The tattoos burn holes into my brain whenever I think of him. When it gets too much for me to handle I break and use again.

He handed me the brown tainted liquid filled syringe, "I want you to try this for me, baby." I gladly accepted without no question, only because I knew what would happen if I declined.

That was the first time I have ever gotten high with that potent drug.

Ever since that day I was addicted to him, and the drug. They went hand in hand, he would buy the junk, we would shoot up, and revel in the feeling of being above the clouds with someone you love beside you.

The last time I saw him was when he got picked up for a past felony charge, which was larceny. I saw him get into the police car without a fight, he looked at me with the same eyes when we first fell in love.

He hasn't contacted me since.

I hate him.

41 days clean

"It's the bitter root, it's twisted inside, It's the heart you used to have when it died, It's the emptiness it poisons it lies, It's everything that you'll never find."

Just you let you know that Ryan Gosling when he played in The Place Beyond the Pines is the dreaded "wrong guy." You can pick out a name. Thanks for reading. :* :)