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.
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
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.