oh sweetie
I didn't tell you everything
I promised myself I wouldn't go inside.
I told myself no makeup this time.
He would be there, no doubt. But it wouldn't matter.
Because sweetie, it's over.
I even left the car running, I ran in to find you.
We weren't even alone, sweetie. Believe me.
Did I tell him I was unhappy.. Yes.
Did He tell me he didn't want anything to do with me.. Yes.
Did I tell you he imagined me showing up with him sudsy?
I looked for you, but you had left.
He was there, and there were butterflies.
I tried to have him want me, and tell me the truth.
I know he wanted it. He just started lying.
I didn't tell you he held my breasts in his hands.
That he got hard and asked me to touch him.
I hate that. All of it. I wanted to be powerful.
I've never given in like that before.
But it's over.
And now he's fucking some other girl.
I know he wonders, I wonder.
hmm....
Wednesday, September 8, 2010
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