Thursday, July 28, 2011

What use to be.


Dear Asshole, 

For some crazy reason I insisted on going back to you everytime you pushed me away. Why is it that I kept running back to something that wasn't even there. I wanted to believe that you would come to realize what you were missing out on. You told me I needed an asshole of a boyfriend, because I was so use to good whipped ones, but you were wrong. You were the one in need of a straight up, tell you how it is girlfriend, to set you straight. 

Love, What use to be. 

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