I got inspired today, and this is what came out of it.
I know it should be in the literature section, but I'd like it to stay here for the day. There's someone who should read it.
As for the others. Tell me what you think of it?
Thanks you
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I love your eyes, do you know that? They are such a beautiful shade of green - the color of fresh young grass, the color of lush foliage… I hate to see the light of shame in them.
But it belongs there.
It belongs there, just like the regret, and the panic belongs there, and just like the feeling of hurt and betrayal belongs in my heart right now - they earned their place, you earned it for them.
How many times did you go to her? How many times have you crawled into her bed? How many times have you stomped our relationship with your feet? How many times have you spit in my face?
No, don’t answer. I actually don’t want to heart it - even once is one time too many.
I thought, I thought I meant something to you.
Silly of me isn’t it? Thinking that all those times were as special for you as they were for me. Thinking that all those nights when we stayed up till the break of dawn talking were worth something, that all those little things, the soft kisses, all the laughter, the time spent in comfortable silence on the couch wrapped around each other, the dancing in the rain, that all those things you cherished and held close to your heart, just like I did.
But I guess I was wrong.
I guess I don’t mean as much to you as you said I did, I guess I am not as special to you as you said I was. I guess you don’t love me after all. I guess… I was a fool for believing you.
But don’t think I will just curl up and cry, don’t think that your betrayal will make me break and crumble to pieces. It hurts, yes; it hurts like a knife twisting in my heart, like thousand needles piercing my soul, but I won’t just break.
I won’t break, because you are, simply, not worth it.
You are right to feel ashamed, you are right to feel like the scum of earth, because you are just that. You threw away everything; you turned you back on all the love I showed you, you chucked all the tenderness and care I gave you, my trust and respect you deemed worthless - and for what? For a few hours of carnal pleasure? For that you betrayed the woman who loves you the most? Who gave you nothing but love and kindness?
Tell me, was it worth it? Was she worth it?
Look me in the eye and tell me she is worth more then me… You can’t, can you?
And still, you chose her over me.
Now, live with that. Live with the knowledge that you had me, utterly, completely. Live with the knowledge that you had me and lost me. Live with the knowledge that she is the one that you deserve, all her games, all her manipulation, all her lies, all her fake promises. That is what you deserve, not the warmth of my embrace, not the caress of my lips, not the radiance of my love.
You do not deserve me.
The pain in my heart, it will pass, the wounds on my soul will heal, my tears, they will dry, and with time I will forget you. Your memory, all the pain you have caused, it will fade to gray and disappear from my mind in time. But you won’t be so lucky.
Oh no, you won’t be so lucky. My memory will always stay with you; you will forever remember the betrayal and hurt in my eyes, the tears sliding down my cheeks, the pain in my voice -- you’ll remember it, you’ll remember that you were the one who caused it.
You’ll remember it and it will tear at you, the guilt will haunt you, for the rest of your days… and you know what?
You deserve no better.
I know it should be in the literature section, but I'd like it to stay here for the day. There's someone who should read it.
As for the others. Tell me what you think of it?
Thanks you
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I love your eyes, do you know that? They are such a beautiful shade of green - the color of fresh young grass, the color of lush foliage… I hate to see the light of shame in them.
But it belongs there.
It belongs there, just like the regret, and the panic belongs there, and just like the feeling of hurt and betrayal belongs in my heart right now - they earned their place, you earned it for them.
How many times did you go to her? How many times have you crawled into her bed? How many times have you stomped our relationship with your feet? How many times have you spit in my face?
No, don’t answer. I actually don’t want to heart it - even once is one time too many.
I thought, I thought I meant something to you.
Silly of me isn’t it? Thinking that all those times were as special for you as they were for me. Thinking that all those nights when we stayed up till the break of dawn talking were worth something, that all those little things, the soft kisses, all the laughter, the time spent in comfortable silence on the couch wrapped around each other, the dancing in the rain, that all those things you cherished and held close to your heart, just like I did.
But I guess I was wrong.
I guess I don’t mean as much to you as you said I did, I guess I am not as special to you as you said I was. I guess you don’t love me after all. I guess… I was a fool for believing you.
But don’t think I will just curl up and cry, don’t think that your betrayal will make me break and crumble to pieces. It hurts, yes; it hurts like a knife twisting in my heart, like thousand needles piercing my soul, but I won’t just break.
I won’t break, because you are, simply, not worth it.
You are right to feel ashamed, you are right to feel like the scum of earth, because you are just that. You threw away everything; you turned you back on all the love I showed you, you chucked all the tenderness and care I gave you, my trust and respect you deemed worthless - and for what? For a few hours of carnal pleasure? For that you betrayed the woman who loves you the most? Who gave you nothing but love and kindness?
Tell me, was it worth it? Was she worth it?
Look me in the eye and tell me she is worth more then me… You can’t, can you?
And still, you chose her over me.
Now, live with that. Live with the knowledge that you had me, utterly, completely. Live with the knowledge that you had me and lost me. Live with the knowledge that she is the one that you deserve, all her games, all her manipulation, all her lies, all her fake promises. That is what you deserve, not the warmth of my embrace, not the caress of my lips, not the radiance of my love.
You do not deserve me.
The pain in my heart, it will pass, the wounds on my soul will heal, my tears, they will dry, and with time I will forget you. Your memory, all the pain you have caused, it will fade to gray and disappear from my mind in time. But you won’t be so lucky.
Oh no, you won’t be so lucky. My memory will always stay with you; you will forever remember the betrayal and hurt in my eyes, the tears sliding down my cheeks, the pain in my voice -- you’ll remember it, you’ll remember that you were the one who caused it.
You’ll remember it and it will tear at you, the guilt will haunt you, for the rest of your days… and you know what?
You deserve no better.
