You thought I'd give you my heart and soul
pour out my emotions and explain
the cascading tears.
You thought that because you
know me, I'd just
tell you every.little.detail.
You thought that knowing my
(disgusting secret) would mean
I'd tell you more.
You thought I'd believe every
fucking lie that poured from you
ungrateful disgusting mouth.

And to think:
I thought you were
the one.

I guess we both thought

a/n: Bad memories. I'm just happy I've finally realized that he was an idiot.

And Devon…?
When you read this (I know you will):
I love you.