You insist that you love me. That you only love me. But that's so hard for me to believe coming from the same mouth, the same lips that kissed that other girl. You told your friend you missed me deeply and he told me. I was so stupid because for a second I believed it. I believed all of it. I always go back to reality after that second and it's like taking a punch to the gut. I've asked you to stop torturing me. But you won't stop. You insist that you love me. And that's probably why I can't let go of you no matter how much I try or how many people I take a liking to. You will always be in the back of my mind whispering that awful lie"I love you"
YOU ARE READING
Broken thoughts
RandomI was inspired to do this by one of my friends because she just started a book sort of like this.
