some non fictional cheese? love IS blind. you give and love and love and love with everything you are to be strung. all i've ever given is pure and genuine. i've never expected anything back in return except for honesty and respect. but instead i feel used. i feel like a spec of dirt stuck on the bottom of someone's dirty shoe.
i placed you on the highest of pedastools, and i am at fault for that. i didn't hold a doubt for a single second that you were not true. you were truly who i wanted you to be. i pulled the wool over my eyes and had myself so sure, so in love with the idea that you would not dare intend on hurting me, breaking me. i raised you high up on that stool, and allowed it to get the best of me and the best of you and i.
did, didn't, feel, felt, love, loved. i could get lost in a jumble of all these confusing thoughts. i feel the time for change nearing. how i wish it didn't creep so slowly.
september brings a new day and a chance to not be so scared of the thought of accepting i'm me.
i really do wish it was me you were thinking of.
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