- Mental Junkyard… mind the dogs

all aboard the sunken ship	Oct 31st, 2007 1:57:19 am - Subscribe
There's a file in my email with a past history of you. There's a file in my mind too. I can't erase you so quickly, but you are determined to go-- driven by me, by my anger and mostly by my disappointment in you. You claim to have atoned for your sins, but all I asked was decency and honesty. You couldn't give it. Now you run run run as fast as you can, looking down or not at all on those you have left behind. Well, you have found your clique. Your niche. I never was good enough for you... It is just such a shame that you couldn't say the words that made you into an honest man, that you couldn't own up to all parties concerned and tell the truth. I suppose it would have validated her too, to know that your love was strong enough to tear me apart. I try not to think about you, but there is always the threat of running into you- will there be time to cross the street? Will you acknowledge me? What will come of this? Could we start again with a friendship? Friendship is such an interesting word... friend ship= a ride. Something you embark on. I took ours for granted, and sometimes I'm very sorry. But sometimes I'm not because you took me for granted-- expected that after what you did I'd hang around and watch the outcome... that it would be easy. I would have liked to be the better person, but the sheer gravity of your betrayal and subsequent lie killed all that we had built together. And it still hurts.
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