'whats wrong with me?' she asked, tears streaming down her cheeks.
'nothing,' he said simply. 'you're perfect.'
'then why did you choose her?' she asked. not getting a response, she continued; 'why was i not enough? you say im so perfect, but obviously not perfect enough. so what was it? what was- is so much better about her that you chose her?'
'shes just...' he trailed off making her scoff.
'shes what? shorter? natural blonde? easier with a smile? is it because youre comfortable around her? shes prettier than me?'
'no, thats not at all it and you know it,' he said, cutting her off.
'then what is it?' she asked again, stepping closer. he gently cupped her face with his hand and spoke three simple words. the three words she never believed when someone said them, and this time was no different. there was no way he meant what he said. everything he did said the opposite.
'i love you... but...'
'never mind, i don't want to know. im done with your bullshit. dont call me, don't text me, just... have fun with your slut' she said before walking away.
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Slick Depression
RandomI pour my heart and soul into you. I give you my time. My money. My love. My trust- something I don't give freely And I'm still not enough. **gets better as you go, I promise** Inspired by @revengeavenue Self Restoration. Amazing poems in there...
