I really hate that I love too deeply. I can’t express that enough

God and my phone got my back forreal

Wow, God works in mysterious ways. I needed that.

Seeing you yesterday was probably one of the most painful nights. I couldn’t look at you in the eye because all I could see was you holding her, smiling. I hated how all I wanted was to hold you and keep you close but only saw you with her.

Every time I hear a loud car, I break my neck to look, thinking it’s you. And every time it’s not.

There was a couple standing a few feet from where I was sitting. They were laughing and holding each other, taking pictures together of them taking turns kissing each other on the cheeks and lips. To outsiders, it’s sweet and endearing. But for me, it made me sick to my stomach. Because all I could see was you and her.

I don’t believe that nothing happened. You don’t rent out a hotel room for two nights in Atlantic City with a girl who has a boyfriend, admit to each other you have feelings for one another and nothing happens.

You’re full of bullshit

I should hate you for everything you’ve ever done. But I don’t.

I hate that I don’t even hate you.

You did it again. Lied straight to my face. You played your song with her in MY house. My place of solitude. Why do you keep hurting me? You were going to take her to your hotel room. You had the intention. You held her hand and kissed her. You already forgotten me. So why did you come here?

Well that was short lived. Here’s to another start.

justperfectlyimperfect:

I used to look at you and feel a whole lot of love

Now when I look at you, it’s just a whole lot of heartache

Still does

At this very moment, I was the happiest man on the planet. But only for this one moment. Miss you every day.

Fuck

I can’t get those pictures out of my head. Nor the words that came with it. Of all the things you’ve ever done to me, that shattered me the most.

And I just can’t recover from it.