Tearing Her Up: Part 1

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She can’t love me because if he did it wouldn’t be for any good kind of reason. All I do is be the source of her pain and I always walk away from her when something bad happens. We have been together for almost three years and what we share is a torturous love with tear stained cheeks and no trust between us.  How is she still holding on to me when I’m losing my grip on her in this hell I’m living in? I’ve broken her heart so many times that it’s much too weak for me to break again. I don’t understand how after all the mistakes I’ve made; she’s forgiven me and stayed by my side. Nobody asked her to stay because she believed there’s so much love in me. I wish that were true but it’s not I can’t deal with my own problems when they arise; I just drink, take drugs and have meaningless sex with girls I find at clubs. I’m not the same guy I used to be, I was never like this when everything started. At the beginning we were so happy, heartbeats in sync, living smitten together with a flame burning bright like a fire. We were young but so in love and never cared about what anyone else said. I love those memories with her. The day where I went downhill was so bad though. I treated her so wrong and I grew really cold and my heart went dead. I broke everything between us because I was to blind and dumb to see that we were so perfect. Of course I turned around and gave in to seductive women. The thing that’s killing me most is that during this time I have been killing her on the inside and tearing her apart. This is your chance to escape and be happy without me because I know deep down that you deserve so much better. So this is my last kiss and my goodbye.

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