You know your teammate that was on loan to West Ham United?
The one who banters all the time?
The one who makes silly jokes, and makes everyone laugh?
You had always mentioned him as being the number two joker in the club, with the Cologne man being first.
Carl, was it? Jenkinson? A name that was unlike yours,
A name that didn't roll off my tongue right like yours. But he told me to call him Jenko- so I will.
Jenko told me to leave you.
He knew you weren't treating me right;
That you were cheating on me,
That you had hurt me, physically and mentally,
That you had no love for me- at least not anymore.
I enjoy time with Jenko more than I do with you. I enjoy bantering with him, and walking on the beach with him as we would watch the sun set and the stars start to set in.
I kissed him too;
It wasn't on purpose or anything,
It came naturally. I felt sparks, I felt love.
Jenko and I both knew that it was a mistake.
So I came crawling back to you,
And the first thing I met when I walked home with my deadly high heels were not your soft lips,
But our bedroom door slapped to my face.
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Probably one of the most logical reason, when the other person isn't treating you correctly - you leave them. You do not do it for peer pressure, that is for sure. This is dedicated to kramerpudding, who shares my love for Carlamberlain, Arsenal, those ridiculous loans and everything else. Thank you, sweetheart!
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57 Reasons to Break Up | Aaron Ramsey
FanficIf 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.