Today I am thankful you're sailing.
I don't think I can take another day of you.
I don't think I can take another minute of you insisting on leaving me and expecting me to beg and change my ways till you agree to stay. I don't think I can take another lesson of you trying to train me like a puppy to fit into your perfect mould.
I'm not your dog. I'm not fucking Hera. Don't try to impose your teaching methods for her to me. I would sooner chew your fucking arm off than let myself be subjected to this a minute longer.
When did our love evolve into hate?
Is this really what you've done to me?
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