My mother hates you.
No,
She despises you.
You and your actions,
When you can't score goals,
When you can't make assists,
When you can't sprint as fast -
But I've never judged you on any of that.
I loved you through everything,
But what about you? All you knew to do was complain about me to your father in Wales, through the telephone no less.
I hear you at three o' clock at night, your slim shadow reflected as a dark figure on the red walls of our shared bedroom.
Your quiet murmurs to your father on the telephone,
When I imagine your hot breath on mine -
But I'd rather you not speak to me.
Because I'd hate to fall in love with you all over again.
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57 Reasons to Break Up | Aaron Ramsey
FanfictionIf you ever need a reason to break up, here's 57 valid and invalid truths and lies for you to tell; told to an Arsenal player by a short girl. © propensity, 2014-2015. Cover by @footbaII.
