Well Ive had my share of heartbreaks. So sick of being used and and thrown away like a paper towel. IM DAMN special and im sick of being treated like a whore. Im not. I have emotions. i want the damn white picket fence. I want to find a love of my life. Therefore today I got a True love waits ring. Im not a virgin but its between God and me. Its a form of ASSHOLE BE GONE. No asshole is going to come close to me and get what he wants and leave anymore. no Sir. IF they want it that bad... they gonna have to PUT A RING ON IT.
We’re driving home, it’s late at night. You’re falling asleep to the sound of old music and the engine hum. The highway’s dark, we’re all alone. The air is thin, my thoughts are gone. It’s about that night that we stayed awake, your heart was steady, the sound made me calm. We moved so close and we almost held hands but we kept our titles so it would stay the same. I whispered your name. My hands are off the wheel, this thinking makes me frantic but I don’t let people see. I built up my courage and whispered “I love you” loud enough for just you to hear. I shut my eyes and waited. My foot is pushing the accelerater, stop is not an option. It’s already out there, we know too much. Laying next to you that night I waited for what you might say but all I heard was a heartbeat. You had fallen asleep before it was said. While I think about it my head slams into the windshield. We hit a tree head on but I didn’t guide the wheel there, death came to me. I said “I love you” one last time but even though you’re awake I still hear silence. And when you remember what just happened you’ll fall to your knees in prayer. But the prayer won’t be about me. It will be about how you hope you and the one you actually love will live happily ever after in that big house with your perfect life.
Its plain to see.
I'm playing him for a fool.
The thing that really enrages me though is the fact that he doesnt think I'm capable of being this deceitful. I guess thats not really something I should be proud of, but at least I'm good at it. The thing that elates me, on the other hand, is that there is nothing he can do to stop my plans. Nothing at all. He supsects that I had a motive and I failed, or that I had no motive at all and I dont know what I'm doing. You fucking idiot. Of course theres a motive, of course I know what I'm doing, and of course YOU WILL LOSE! Its as simple as that. I always win. He cant see the big picture, or maybe its the little things making up the big piture that he cant grasp. I focus on the smaller things first, or the victories that arent immediately noticable. Thats why I always win. I find it kind of funny, also I find it kind of sad, that I am so deceitful, yet you expect me to be had. You'll never win. Its already too late. Theres nothing you can do and theres no one who can stop me, not even you. I guess my style is much more intricate because he cant see it at all.