I believe that I deserve so much more than you gave me.
And yet, at the same time, so much less.
I believe that you are the worst I can do.
But for some reason, you're also the best.
I believe that when a boy and a girl really care for each other, they shouldn't try to hide it or cover it up with the unlabeled excuse you always gave.
I believe that if you actually wanted me, you would have jumped at the chance to call me your girlfriend.
I believe that even though your arms are strong, you are not.
I believe that you are a slave to your desires.
And I believe that I love. And that I always have.
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But I don't believe that I'm trapped to you anymore.
I don't believe that I need to keep running back to you every chance I get.
I don't believe that this hell called by your name is the one I am forever damned to.
No, I don't believe that. Or, at least, not anymore.
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Things About Ben
Non-FictionWe were destructive and perfect and everything that anyone ever longed for. Except, I loved you, and you just wanted to not be lonely anymore. These are all the things I wish I could say to you.
