I never expected concave love from someone with a convex personality. But this is my reality. Blinded by expections of what "friendly" would give me. Infact, I thought one day you would want to marry me. Unfortunately, you're not one to do anything romantically.
I threw my whole heart into this thing. I gave you my body and my soul. My mistake was giving you everything. Now what?
Some women, instead of empowering they hate. They recreate your character. Evaluate you at a different rate. Plugging you in to a different adapter.
It seems as though you were an infection. I should have considered the rejection. Now you are a disease. You creeped up on me with ease.
I wish it were possible to delete you. Along with these disgraceful memories. I should of never entertained your disrespect the first time.
A measly $5 is too much for your attention. Something I just crave the love and affection. But you happen to be blind to my needs.
Your spirit has been etched into my soul. Tattooed into my very being. This is making it impossible to let go of you. You are weighing me down.
I keep a diary so that I can transfer some of this energy to the pages. It is too much for me to carry alone. Too heavy for me to hold.