The Midnight Cowgirl once had love. And now she's a loner.
Being in a relationship with someone that you think you love. It just rocks your socks.
But when things go bad, and Midnight Cowgirls find that their cowboys has been taking the horse
out for a jog over to that bar whore's home. Well.. it's not pretty.
You begin to realize things that seemed perfectly innocent.. well, were not.
Though, to be fair. It wasn't that stable of a realtionship obviously.
I thought I loved him. And I did. I thought he loved me back. But I guess not.
What hurt the most was when I had that little awe-inspiring moment of realizing
that everytime he had said "I love you."
he hadn't meant it. In the least bit.
And the fact that I had meant it when I said it.
So, I did love him. Though probably in haste.
But it couldn't work out. So my love went to waste.
His letters had been worse than my teenage poetry, and I had fell for it.
Though, I never cried. Or got too angry. Or wanted to beat the bar whore's ass.
Because, The Midnight Cowgirl rides with no tears, no regrets and no glory.
So, let the love tear us apart. For I've found the cure for a broken heart.
It includes being a loner, a heart of steel and a pint of Jack Daniels whiskey.




~Love's an act of violence~