The Ripped Soul

You come by the outlet, you tell me you couldn't breathe when you saw me, you tell me you know for a fact you'll never get over me the moment you saw me...

Night after night you tell me you love me over the phone.

But you won't even be with me..

All you want is for me to be happy again, and you want to make up for all the hurt you caused, all the happiness you took away from me.

But isn't this all the same?

Like December?

I love you but I can't be with you?
I want the sex but I can't commit?
I will always want you but I can't be there?

After 6 fucking months, you're STILL hurting me.

Jesus Christ.

It's easy, isn't it?

You love someone, you be with them. You want them, you're there for them regardless. You're all about them, and if the feeling's mutual, they'll be about you.

I'm not asking you to marry me. All I want is for you to get your head straight.

You're saying you love me, you want my sex but you can't even BE with me.

You're saying you want me to be happy, when all you're doing is just hurting me...

After tonight's conversation I was just done.

I nearly wanted to scream at you over the phone that you're hurting me the same way you did in December.. but I already went through that, so this isn't something new. But it isn't something I wanna go through again.

It was hell then.
I think I lived in hell long enough.

When you were seeing him, you spoke the world of him, didn't you?

He makes you happy, he gave you that support you needed, he looked after you - for once - and you didn't have to look after anyone - like how you did with me. I can take a hint, painful it was.

And I ask who's the one you love most, and you say it's me.

Feels like lies.

6 months ago, it felt that way.
6 months later, it still does.

It feels like your love is just a lie.

And that hurts me so much.