Lovelies, it seems as though everybody acts like I’m this pristine piece of porcelain– Untouched, smooth, white, simple and pretty.
Monthly Archives: March 2015
The Last Time I Cried
Lovelies, the last time I cried was for myself.
I’m not sure how I feel about that. Does it make me weak? Selfish?
Probably.
The last time I cried, he told me the truth.
In retrospect, I knew it already; he only confirmed it.
It was when I asked him about her, and him, and me.
He was quiet,
And then he said:
“I lied.”
I listened, and he revealed.
It’s becauseĀ I’ve made the same mistake again– that mistake I told him about; the one he didn’t want me to know I was making.
He didn’t want me to know that he was using me the same was they used me before. He didn’t want me to know he was cheating on her with me… and then on me with her.
I try not to think about the feeling of betrayal. Not just that it happened- I’ve dealt with that before. But that he lied so many times, especially when I specifically asked him.
I want to believe he’s not like the others.
Please, prove me right.