He tells me he love me but show me wrong. I take him back after back with careless thinking. I keep telling myself that maybe I need to change . Maybe I need to do something to make him appreciate me .
He makes me feel so warm and happy . He tells me everything I want to hear . But show me a different love when times are hard . I don’t listen to my heart but my mind . Because I create this world where its just us at peace and happiness. Thats when I feel alive.
I give you my all and everything. I please for your love affection. The feeling of hurt and neglected is unwanted. So I ignored the signs, the red flags, negativity and play the lies you tell me constantly in my head. Like a recorder. To keep a smile on my face when in actuality I cry on the inside.
These Mind games you play is dangerous. These Mind games aren’t fair to me when I’m blinded by these lies . Are you happy with what you doing? Maybe I should turn the tables on you . And pull a you on you . So you know how fake loved would feel. Mind Games.
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Breaina Bradley
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