I’m finally single. I should be happy. Exstatic. But I’m not. I’m hurt, angry and vengeful. I should be like oh this is for the best for him and his family, but I can’t. Because I am without him. I should be cursing at the wall and Ripping up all his pictures but I can’t. Because I love him. Love is so unfair. It’s so awful, and unjust, and evil. Why does it exist. All it ever does is hurt me. What have I done to deserve this? What have I done to even create the thought in some cruel persons mind who would wish this upon me?
I’m a good person. I can’t help what color I am. I can’t help what my heritage is. Why do you let that keep you from loving me? Why do you let that keep you from Being with me. Why would the word of someone bigoted, ignorant and hateful overpower, mine?
I thought you were different. I thought you were concerned. I thought you were mine. but obviously I was wrong. I’m so tired of being wrong. So very tired. Why can’t I ever get what I want? Just once. Stay with me and tell me that I matter. Stick by me, and deal with your parents. Be a man. I WANT A MAN. Why can’t YOU be the Man I need.
Why did you have to be the little boy who ran?
Bubblegum Universe 