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It's been so hard to get through this. Broken promise after broken promise; and now I'm blocked on everything with no way to reach out. I miss you so badly.
It's a shame you just keep running away from your feelings. You can run to booze, to weed, to another person, but you won't be happy until you focus on yourself first.
I know it was probably rude of me to say what I said, but it was the truth, and you could have said something instead of just straight up blocking my number. I told you time and again that all you had to do was tell me to leave you alone. But once again, instead of talking to me, sounding out your feelings and possibly working through the issues, you just turned tail and ran.
I never knew you were such a coward.
I think I'm finally starting to get over it though. I'm still hurting, still wounded and angry, still resentful and yet somehow hopeful. And I still love you, because I always will. Some part of me is still holding out hope for our friendship, but it's wilting under the pressure of your silence.
How could you be so cold?
I thought I knew you, but I guess I only ever knew a little bit; I understood how deep your heart runs but not how easily you could give up on someone.
You told me once that you wanted me to be a part of your life forever, the same as I wanted you. You promised me a friendship beyond measure. And you promised that even if we broke up it wouldn't change our friendship. But you lied.
How many lies did you tell me? How often was it the alcohol talking, Dranky at the wheel?
Do you remember the day we sat on the back swing at my haunted house and you told me I deserved someone who would take care of me? That I too deserved to be saved, loved, supported? and I told you I had someone in mind but I was scared they couldn't handle me.... and I was right. You couldn't handle me when I got carried away, when I let the blind love take me like waves and pull me under. You couldn't take care of me, because you couldn't even take care of yourself enough.
Maybe my mistake was trying to take care of you. Maybe I should have just let you carry me, floated on the current and believed you'd hold me up.
Then again, I'm drowning now, so who's to say you wouldn't have let me go anyway, too far out to save.
Who is supposed to save me now?
It's a shame you just keep running away from your feelings. You can run to booze, to weed, to another person, but you won't be happy until you focus on yourself first.
I know it was probably rude of me to say what I said, but it was the truth, and you could have said something instead of just straight up blocking my number. I told you time and again that all you had to do was tell me to leave you alone. But once again, instead of talking to me, sounding out your feelings and possibly working through the issues, you just turned tail and ran.
I never knew you were such a coward.
I think I'm finally starting to get over it though. I'm still hurting, still wounded and angry, still resentful and yet somehow hopeful. And I still love you, because I always will. Some part of me is still holding out hope for our friendship, but it's wilting under the pressure of your silence.
How could you be so cold?
I thought I knew you, but I guess I only ever knew a little bit; I understood how deep your heart runs but not how easily you could give up on someone.
You told me once that you wanted me to be a part of your life forever, the same as I wanted you. You promised me a friendship beyond measure. And you promised that even if we broke up it wouldn't change our friendship. But you lied.
How many lies did you tell me? How often was it the alcohol talking, Dranky at the wheel?
Do you remember the day we sat on the back swing at my haunted house and you told me I deserved someone who would take care of me? That I too deserved to be saved, loved, supported? and I told you I had someone in mind but I was scared they couldn't handle me.... and I was right. You couldn't handle me when I got carried away, when I let the blind love take me like waves and pull me under. You couldn't take care of me, because you couldn't even take care of yourself enough.
Maybe my mistake was trying to take care of you. Maybe I should have just let you carry me, floated on the current and believed you'd hold me up.
Then again, I'm drowning now, so who's to say you wouldn't have let me go anyway, too far out to save.
Who is supposed to save me now?
