pick me apart and then
pick up the pieces.
i don't know what would've
easier, knowing or not, but now
i can't go back because i do know.
i know all about it. i know how
she promised him to be nice to me
(for him because they both think i
need it). i know how fake they both
are, how huge of a liar he is, and
how much of a self-absorbed bitch
i hate them both for it,
treating me like
i'm needy when (they think)
i'm not (looking), for acting like
i don't deserve a fair chance, for
telling me i'll be fine when i'm obviously
not, but mostly because
they both keep leaving me
expecting the other to pick up the pieces.
a/n: 27 March 2009. Right before he went to Italy.