I woke up to the tear stains on my pillowcase from last night when I cried myself to sleep because I was disappointed.
With you.
I thought things would be different this time and you telling me you loved me would be.
Enough.
Instead, love- no, you made a fool of me.
Again.
Here I am trying to go after what I think is real, although deep down inside, I know.
It's superficial.
But I look past the error and try to love you.
Anyway...
No comments:
Post a Comment