Do you remember when you told me that you would be here forever?
That if I ever needed someone to talk to, a hand to hold, an ear to listen, you would be less than a phone call away?
That I was your one and only and no one else could ever compare to my beauty, my passion, my drive?
I'll excuse you if your memory is a little fuzzy in that area.
Its hard for me to keep up with everything I say too.
Especially if it isn't true.
If you answered yes to the question of whether you said the above words or not, you are a pathological liar.
I don't remember you promising me forever.
You never listened.
I don't remember you holding my hand, only my emotions.
And unfortunately, you squeezed them a little too tight
Causing an instantaneous reaction of temporary bipolarism.
I love him, I love him not.
You never complimented me.
My inner beauty was lost in the haze of your drug induced state.
No you were not high off the contemporary drugs.
You were high off of a more lethal even deadlier drug.
You were high off power.
And you had a lot of it.
The dictionary defines power as having possession of control, authority, or influence over others.
You define power as manipulating, belittling, and downright playing my heart, my soul, my emotions.
It seems to me that you have a problem sticking to the literary terms.
Terms such as the ones you verbally signed when I gave you my heart.
To have, to hold.
Handle with care, this side up, fragile.
I never knew a heart could be broken in two yet still be beating.
Duller, Slower, Fainter
But still beating.