Dear--,
And if you are still reading this, just know that I'm still here to help you, if you need anyone to talk to or anything... but please please please please, stay the fuck away from my goddamn heart. It's strictly Platonic now.. what we have.
You were the very person who told me those very same heart-piercing words "let's stay friends." Well, now I'll serve you the same plate of pain.
Let's remain friends.
I'll do my best to ease your pain and help you sort your problems out, so long as it remains that way. I can only do so much for you now. It still hurts me to see you in pain, but at the same time... that sadistic side of me wishes to smugly sit by the sidelines and watch you suffer. But I can't allow myself to do that... so indeed, if you are reading this, Bravo... I'm still here for you, despite the distance, both physical and emotional. So talk to me, text, AIM and whatever shit you want because I want you to be happy.
Your happiness still matters to me... even though you were the one who took away mine. I want you to smile again, despite the fact that you were the reason why I forgot how to smile.
But I do wonder, though... granted you still venture here. And if you do, please answer me this:
How does it feel to be in my shoes? Tell me. How does it feel to taste a fraction of the pain you've put me through. Dragged me forcible into? Tell me. I'm at my wit's end... and am dying of curiosity.
So when you fall to the ground
And finally get back to reality
And no one at all is around
So tell me how does it feel to be the enemy?
Regards,
HT
And if you are still reading this, just know that I'm still here to help you, if you need anyone to talk to or anything... but please please please please, stay the fuck away from my goddamn heart. It's strictly Platonic now.. what we have.
You were the very person who told me those very same heart-piercing words "let's stay friends." Well, now I'll serve you the same plate of pain.
Let's remain friends.
I'll do my best to ease your pain and help you sort your problems out, so long as it remains that way. I can only do so much for you now. It still hurts me to see you in pain, but at the same time... that sadistic side of me wishes to smugly sit by the sidelines and watch you suffer. But I can't allow myself to do that... so indeed, if you are reading this, Bravo... I'm still here for you, despite the distance, both physical and emotional. So talk to me, text, AIM and whatever shit you want because I want you to be happy.
Your happiness still matters to me... even though you were the one who took away mine. I want you to smile again, despite the fact that you were the reason why I forgot how to smile.
But I do wonder, though... granted you still venture here. And if you do, please answer me this:
How does it feel to be in my shoes? Tell me. How does it feel to taste a fraction of the pain you've put me through. Dragged me forcible into? Tell me. I'm at my wit's end... and am dying of curiosity.
So when you fall to the ground
And finally get back to reality
And no one at all is around
So tell me how does it feel to be the enemy?
Regards,
HT
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