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    For You, My Love

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    For You, My Love Empty For You, My Love

    Post  HAQ Mon Dec 07, 2009 2:46 am

    To all the happy moments we shared,i didnt realize you were destroying me.

    To all the times you told me that you loved me,your best and favorite lie.I really cant believe i fell for that crap.

    To all the amazing promises, you broke every .single. one.

    To all the time spent together,and the time you spent in other girls pants.

    To the true love we had,but its gone now. If it even existed.

    To the moments we cried together,all because of you.

    To the hurt and pain we made it through,because i kept lying to myself.

    To days that were perfect, and nights that you snuck around.

    To your accomplishments, you made it a whole year before i found out.

    To the moments i needed you,but you were never there.

    To you accepting my friends for who they were,and trying to sleep with them.

    To my heart that beat for you, it believed your amazing show.

    To the most painful day i ever had with you,how many girls was it again?
    To my own stupidity,for giving you a second,third,and forth chance.

    To the way i fell so hard,you didn't just trip me,you held me down and duke taped my body so i couldnt move.

    To the stitches i had to find,my heart couldn't hold itself together.

    To the feelings i felt,they hurt so bad.
    To the crumbs of my soul,Ive still got to sweep them up.

    To my happiness,its scared of me now.
    To the nights i worried about you,but it was ok cause you were safe in her arms.

    To the foundation we had, i never noticed that it was just thin glass waiting to shatter.

    To the day that glass broke, it stabbed and cut at me long after you were gone.

    To all the blood i spilled that day,red:the color of love and passion,if you could've seen it spilling you would've seen how dark it really was.It was almost black. Fitting for you.

    To my own mental destruction,never did i think it would be you.

    So this is to you my love, i finally saw your game. Though it was amusing,i will not lie,i think i realize that its not the game for me. I was god at it. The perfect player some would say. But im not that kind of person. I'm worth more than your cheap mental games and your other players. You did however teach me one thing,and for that i am thankful, i learned my own self worth. And im sorry, but you don't meet my standards anymore. I am above you in many ways now. And i don't have a game to play like you,i have a whole amusement park! People in my park don't have to worry about losing and being lied to. There here for the same reason i am, to have honest fun! So i guess there's only one thing left that i really want to say to you: Game over. I win.

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