I miss you.
Snuggling up close and breathing your scent.

You don't miss me though.
I've always been a lying whore
to you I guess.

I never would have cheated.
I thought we were happy.

But you never talk.

Not now.
Not ever.

And I'm not a fucking mind reader.

This won't be 'I love you'.
I refuse to make this 'I love you'
because you wouldn't care,
or believe me.

You'd just get you're friends to call me
ugly.

I honestly thought better of you.
I guess I was wrong about that too.

3 to Cyn and Terry!
Also, this is old. I wrote this soon after he broke up with me.