I saw the good in all of your bad.
I saw you as a angel in disguise, even after you've told me all those many lies.
I saw you as the innocent one,
While you were getting drink off cheap wine and sticking tobacco sticks between your lips and running around with the fuckboy's whom you've always claimed to despise and share your virgin lips with there unholy ones and graffiti hidden places where I guarantee he plans to get you naked.
I saw you as the difference,
I fell I love with the one who didn't bury her sorrows away in alcohol and cigarette smoke,
The one who would rather stay home and eat Nutella with her cat rather than hanging out with people who only are there because they want to put there hand in your pants.
I saw so much potential in you, your goals, true morals;
But that you is no longer existent and I'm sorry to say, you are not the girl I wanted in those older days.
Sincerely,
Ms. disappointed
