You've changed and this time I don't like the person you've become. You don't look at me the same way; your love something as consistant as the sugar in my chevda. The spiciness outweighs the sweetness. Just like your lust for her outweighs the love you have for me.
I will never be able to have what you want, only what you need and you will always take that for granted because you don't know what you are losing is worth more than what you're getting.
You used me for your own fun and entertainment and like the fool I am I fell hard for your games and mistook manipulation for love. You would demand and I would bend over backwards for you and you would play me like a toy and then leave once getting what you wanted out of me.
"You like her. It's obvious from the way you look at her. You even compare me to her! Don't think I'm stupid. I know you better than anyone!" I shout as our argument escalates to breaking point.
"You're tripping. I don't like her. You just insecure. I was just getting to know her better." He answers back. He turns to leave I look down at my hands and then the bullet slips off my tongue. "I'm pregnant."
He stops in his steps and turns to face me." Are you kidding? Please don't joke with me about something that big." I shake my head and give him the evidence of the life we've created toghether. Murder runs through my head as he breaks down into tears in front of me. I realize how I just turned my baby blue.
He stayed with me. It's not like he had a choice after all dead men can't walk out on you especially if they have no heart.
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Faces Of Him
Short StoryShort poems written from past experiences and feelings. A part of me that no one had seen before. This is what I hide underneath my rehearsed smile and forced laugh. This is my heart on pages; poured out for you to read and to translate into whate...
