Running away from the truth

November 9th, 2011;

I'm sitting here alone, wondering if you really cared if this happened or if you're just fucking me over...

Not only have I been there through thick and thin but stuck my ass in your fights and help defended you,

but i'm pretty sure i was there for you when you needed a friend,

a shoulder to cry on,

someone to peel away the pain and just relax with.

I was there when you're parents always chewed you out for some fucked up things, but I guess that doesn't matter to you now does it?

You've lied to me, so much and i've let it fly and i've stuck with you.

i've loved you regardless.

the way you hug me and the way we first met.

Everyday ..

Somedays ...

Rarely ..

we kiss, and it feels like it's still the first time.

i fought for you, and i fought hard. I never gave up.

I got you back, but now i lost you again.

what the heck is wrong with me?

so much,

I miss you and you don't even understand the pain i go through.

all those other girls won't let you fuck them over like you did to me.

I was bluntly honest with you, forever, always.

and you do this.

this.

freaking this.

Now i'm running.

running from you.