Truth is…
You hurt me. You hurt me Bad.
Beyond my feelings, you took what was left of my already fragile heart and rung it out like a bath rag.
Yet, Still…
It was just so hard to walk away.
Somewhere in my mind, I wanted to be the one to love you more than anyone had ever loved you before. I wanted to love you, properly.
I thought that the love that I was giving would be healing for you…
…because you, yourself, had to be broken to treat me the way you did at times.
I exceeded your expectation for the love you felt you deserved, yet that still wasn’t enough.
You had a bad habit of deception and betrayal.
You left me out in the cold. You were not a very nice person in our last conversations deciding the fate of where we were heading.
I’d do anything for you…
Yet, You left me alone to shed tears as you were putting a smile on someone else’s face.
You left me broken all over again. It still hurts. I’m still healing. Yet, I’m still smiling.
Thank you for allowing me to show MYSELF just how far I would go to show my love and just how careless a person could be while handling a very, fragile care package with their name on it. So…
Thank You.
Until next Time…
-The Great
