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This Chapter Is Over

1st time around, I was shocked and torn to the very core of my being
I could not sleep for days, the future seemed bleak and it was hard to see  We all make mistakes right?   Love had my heart on overflow.  Give him another chance. Forgive and forget.  Leave the past behind.  Who the fuck came up with these sayings anyway?

Giving love another chance, comes with risks.  I took it.  Would the gamble pay off? Staying true to who I am, I still gave my honesty, good communication, loyalty, unconditional love, my absolute best.  Isn’t that enough? So I thought.

No matter how good I was to him, He did not want this good treatment from me
Why? Because, he still had love for a chic in his past; How or why would I want to
compete with that?   It's simple, you don't.    
      
I knew nothing of this said treason until I had the proof put in my face
From a unlikely source and certainly an unlikely place    Sad part is, he has no idea I even know about the other.  Why would I rain on his slick ass game of charades?   Besides, who wants to hear a ton more of lies.  
     
I do believe my guardian ANGEL wanted me to get out of
this darkness, thus It was now time for me to now see the light
It’s been overwhelming to say the least and this light is certainly bright

What I need right now is good solid support, yet it’s hard to reach out, When I was told from the gate, stay clear of him, leave this journey alone
It is not worth the road you will travel the first and second time

I did not listen either time, I followed my muscle called a heart.  How do you turn that shit off?  Fuck, How do you rip it out and keep living?  I am left heart broken, torn to the fibers of my bone    
When does the pain go away? How much can one decent soul endure?

Up the ASS deep with no grease, I was fucked hard.  God damnit I do not even like anal sex.  Painful to say the least.    
Yet I have no one to blame but myself, my heart is now placed temporarily on the shelf    

There is no chance number three, not even a chance of being friends.    I really do hate you.  I wish I had a souveneir and that is your head delivered to me on a platter.  I am glad This Chapter is OFFICIALLY over
Written by kymkym65 (Kym)
Published | Edited 18th Jun 2011
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