I send you a text asking why
And as per usual I don't get a text back.
I just need...
A reason
But apparently that's to much to ask.
Apparently I was just your bitch, who snuck around, and down cold quiet alley ways, with the smell of dead dreams and dried tears in the air.
When I thought I was something more
And 50 million question rack my brain every night for hours and hours. Feels like it will never stop. Even in my dreams they are there. But I never get an answer.
And at the same time I keep asking my self why.
Because I told myself time after time I will not go to that level. But the way you twisted your words, and touched my face. ... Just made me forget that promise to my self.
Maybe the reason was I wasn't good enough.
I wasn't that girl.
That girl who....
Who was perfect
Perfect in the way that all the guys call her pretty and buy her drinks. And can some how get into a relationship right after the last one just ended.
Maybe it was because I have so many trust issues. That stemmed from your own kind.
I'm a human and I have a right for my mental and emotional thoughts to be protected. I Have a right to be worshiped.
I have the right to say stop.
But saying stop doesn't stop these thoughts.
And stop doesn't stop the memories from coming back. That you implanted in my mind.
And after writing all this.
Still no reply.
But the next time you text me "You up"
I wont respond
Il just simple leave the message to rot.
Just like the images and memories of you in my head.
