a rage in truth
08/15/2012 10:44 p.m.


i call into question everything that you've ever said in the past few month's about other women you've met, since we agreed in the beginning that it was a set condition of either, you are just with me... or not.
now, i can see how grasping you were of my hand after you've left, how loose my finger's were in you'rs and how 'anxious' you were because of it.
i detatched when you should have from the beginning.
And funnily enough, even my dream's were telling me of what you were doing, before my friend told me what has happened when you should have first.
maybe i would have not have been so fucking angry, and could have left on more easier term's but the truth of it now..

i rather enjoyed that Rage that was in me, telling you to get the fuck out of my way and to move because honestly... you were just a blocker in my life, see.
you lost your value and worth and when you lied to me.

since you knew me, you never wanted to be anything like an ex of mine because you see how badly that hit and hurt me, yet you do the same thing..
following me in your car after I've left was bad taste but i didn't care anymore, there was no tight hot tension of having to face you anymore because I wasn't the one in the wrong and i didn't have to eat you're excuses or your own guilt at what you've done.

you're the one that has to eat all those ugly words of your's.

i hope it tastes like the shit that it is.