Dear... Someone I Trusted
You said you didn't want to hurt me.
You knew you were going to hurt me.
Even I knew you were going to hurt me.
It was inevitable that my heart was going to shatter when it all ended.
I played my part in breaking my own heart,
I let you into my life and my bed. I loved the thrill and the rush of it all. It was too good to be true. I knew when it all ended I would hurt.
But now it’s over and wow, the hurt hurts. I'm coming crashing down to reality like the naive girl that I am. Well, reality hit me hard.
I'm angry because you've hurt like this before, you've hurt so much that you've wanted to end your life,
So why would you knowingly let me hurt. I feel like I was set up. You had no intentions of continuing or even giving it a chance right from the start.
Now you pretend you don't care about any of it. You've disposed of me like a memory so easily forgotten.
The saddest thing in all of this is that I still dream of you and think about you every single day since (it’s been 6 weeks now).
I so desperately want to forget about you and move on.
I let you into my life and in doing so turned my life upside down.
Now I'm left dealing with the consequences of being involved with you.
While you are off holidaying carefree.
Ah, I'm just so lost.
I want to forget you but my head is on fire and its you that lit it.
Arson.
You've legged it now. While I still burn slowly.
Georgie, I wish this was all different, I wish I never met you.
What's even sadder than that is I wish you could see how I feel and return the feelings.