𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐖𝐍 𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐒 𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒

he knows everything

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He knows, dirty secrets that I keep does he know it's killing me

I know that Shawn knows what I've been doing behind his back. And it's killing me. Especially that he's still with me. After everything I'm putting him through, he hasn't left.

I don't know if it's killing me more than him staying with me while hurting him or me actually hurting him. But it's sure as hell killing me more than anything.

Does he know, another's hands have touched my skin, I won't tell him where I've been, he knows, he knows, he knows

I can't tell him where I've been and I won't tell him. He knows someone else's hands touched my skin and he knows who I've been with and where I've been. The sickest part is, he's still here with me.

It's tearing me apart, she's slipping away

Every damn day it kills me. It tears me apart not matter how much I pretend to not notice the thing she does. Every day she slips away. She's slipping away and it kills me more than what she's doing. It's tearing me apart.

Am I just hanging on to all the words she used to say

There's no more 'I love you' or 'I'm always gonna love you' coming out of her mouth when we have those late night calls. Or when we lay in bed together wide awake in the middle of the night. She stopped saying it but I never stopped telling her. I guess I'm still hanging to all the words she used to say.

The pictures on her phone, she's not coming home, coming home, coming home

Every night when she goes to bed, I look through all the pictures on her phone and it makes me sick. Make me sick to love someone who's constantly hurting me. To never leave the one hurting me most because I'm so damn in love with her. She's never coming back.

I know what you did last summer, just lie to me there's not other, I know what you did last summer, tell me where you've been

"I know what you did! Why won't you just admit it!" I yelled at her, pacing back and forth around our bedroom.

She stayed quiet, her eyes filled with sorrow, guilt, and most of all. Regret.

"You know what. Forget it."

I know what you did last summer, look me in the eyes my lover, I know what you did last summer, tell me where you've been

"I want you to look me in the eye and tell me. Tell me the truth. Something. Anything." I pleaded, staring down at her.

She kept her gaze on the floor and not a single damn word left her mouth. I bit down on my lip, holding back the tears that were threatening to fall.

He knows everything. He knows. Everything that I've done. I came home with marks on my neck and he didn't bother on telling me he knows.

I know and she knows that I know. I know everything. But each day I fall harder for her. I keep on loving her and I don't know how to stop and it's not fair.

I still love him

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HEYYYYYY

this sucked lmao but I tried a new writing style and I kinda like it lol

-Maya