I think of things I want to tell Chloe and never write them down. I feel bad about it, however all of the negative stuff swims in my head for months.
Isn't it always when you can't sleep that you have the one-way conversations with the people you need to let off steam with?
The longer he waits to talk to me the more angry I become. Can I even forgive him at this point?
Here's a parody I wrote and dedicate to him.
Now and then I think of when we were together,
like how you said you were so horny you could die.
Told myself that you were so sexy, but was competing for your company.
We had sex under the tree in late September.
You can get addicted to a certain kind of lover.
Resignation to be used
always just used.
So when I said I did not want to date
well you said that we would still be friends,
but I will admit that I was sad you did fight it.
BUT You didn't have to cut me off,
make out like it didn't happen and that I don't matter.
I don't even need your love, but you treat me like a stranger
and I feel so ignored.
You didn't have to stoop so low,
listen to your friends and say she isn't your baby.
I can believe you'd do that though.
Now you're just somebody that I used to Bone.
A body.
Now you're just somebody that I used to Bone.
Now you're just somebody that I used to Bone.
Now you're just somebody that I used to Bone.
