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It’s you


You know this famous saying that when someone doesn’t want to be with their soulmates anymore they try to break up with them saying “it’s not you, it’s me. Well mine goes the other way “ it’s not me, it’s them . 

Here it goes I’m tired of your excuses it’s always the same one “ I’m sorry love, I fell asleep”. Do you even pay attention to my response back, do you even care to bother to see or feel the meaning of it. I’m tired to be honest I didn’t know if I was ready for all this relationship thing but hey I agree and give it a try. You show me love and how you hold me tight, you show me something that I never care about that I’ve gave up a long time. Then again, then next day you just stop talking to me then it’s goes into days, days turn into weeks. So I didn’t bother want to ask what’s going on. I figured if I gave you my trust and me you would have done the same thing then I’ll look stupid and fell in love with you, you would have never felt like that cause you would have played me like a fool. You think you faithful, loyal whatever you told me your not.  You broke my heart and I’m weak you made me like the way I am, I was fine before you came in then you came in my life which the door been close then one random week you came knocking at my door and my fault is that I let you in. At this moment I want to kick you out and close the door on your face.  I’m sorry that I have to but that’s the only way I can move on, yeah I’ll have moments that I’ll regrets for throwing you out, I’ll have moments that I wish you would have been here or how you use to talk to me and text me 24/7. Then again we been stop talking 24/7 it went to one sentence an hour then five hour pass you text back with your excuses my response back to you was always the same thing was “ it’s okay” on the inside I wanted to say more than that but i didn’t. It’s not okay I was never okay which you should have seen something was wrong and plus if you never wanted any of this thing you call US all you had to do was end it.

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