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12.20.09

I turn my back to the phone but it keeps popping up under my eyelids while I try to sleep. You don't call me enough. Ever even. I sort of realized that you always let me down. And I don't mean sometimes, I mean always. Your words are like scribbles, a bunch of crap that you shouldn't take seriously.

I asked you once if you loved me. You told me that of course you did. More than anyone. That's when I realized you're nothing but a liar. I'm not that easy to trick. You always hurt me, never help me, and make promises you can, but won't keep.

Love is like a superhero. It stops that shit from happening. It forces you to be at least an ounce of a good person. You're not a good person. You're an abismal person. Makes me sick really.

So don't try to talk to me and don't try to touch me. You don't deserve me. I'll answer my phone though, because you never call me, and maybe if you do... Well you may have changed your heart.

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This is the worst kind of love.