"I don't understand"
"I hate you, I love you"
Summer nights were not like they used to be. The drinks were too warm and didn't refresh the thirst for alcohol I had when I was around you. It seems like I was self-destructing around you.
I remember the night you came home after "ending things with her" your hair was a mess, you smelled like cheap perfume and wine and betrayal. The lipstick on your collar was a bitter confirmation that I swallowed down with amber liquid that hardly burned as bad as that.
The summer nights continued as you "worked late" and I drank myself away.
I remember the night you can home to me throwing our photo frames, smashing them as though to replicate how I felt on the inside. Broken? Shattered? Beyond repair?
"Evelyn"
Your eyes flickered across my tear stained face, then to the distinct liquid I held in my left hand. You looked at me in the eye as I asked you to leave. You looked around the room and cursed. Scolding me for the destruction of "our home"
"I don't understand."
But you did.
You understood that while I destroyed what was meant to be ours, you did it in a different way each night.
So I watched you leave and with that, I dropped the last glass.
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Book Of Lies
Romance"•liar ˈlʌɪə/Submit noun a person who tells lies." that person was you. this book is filled with all the lies you've ever told me. *** This story follows the journey of Evelyn Reed and her confusing and frankly emotionally damaging relationship. Br...
