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Addicted, fooled, bruised, and used
Repeats of this same shit over and over
My mind is weak, and my heart is still beating
I’d wrap myself up in my own filth and shame
And each day passes with regrets filling up my mind
and the fucked up thing is, I still want more each time
I see myself lost in his game, and desperate for his attention
Well Aware of his contaminated toxic and cruel intentions
I’ll keep to myself of the things I know
And blind myself from the truth and the obvious
Playing a fool is a choice I made
A silly choice with consequences I now face
This was written years ago about an ex who was such a player! He was very sexy and charming...I couldn't resist him. Many times I caught him cheating on me, and he even had sex with my ex best friend. I'm so not with him anymore, but the crappy thing is, I got cheated on again from a love I thought was the real thing. I wrote a blog about it called "Cheater Cheater Pumpkin Eater" I would be please if you'd read about it. Thank you for your time and thoughts.
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Posted by eyebot13 on 2008-08-07 23:46:32 | Rating: | Views: 46
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i like your poem, is it a follow-up to the experience you gave about about your ex?
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Posted by Kaitlyn29
on 2008-08-07 23:59:14
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