Eclectic Entrepreneur
There had to be punishment.
One could not simply do what you did and go unscathed. No. There had to be retribution. And I’m here for it. Despite what has been said, revenge is definitely best served warm with tea. Maybe even a hearty meal.
But it must be served. In a manner so subtly perfect, that you won’t even realize it is being served at all. You’ll just feel the discomfort without knowing why. It will make you torn from within. Distraught and anguished.
I can’t wait to get started.
After everything, this is where I ended up? A shell? A weaker version of my greatness? A teary eyed doe in the headlights of a truck that will not stop?
For what?
A touch? A left over smile that wasn’t meant for me to begin with? Crumbs?
Am I no better than crumbs? Than lies so easily whispered in the throws of passion? Than the consolation prize?
I see. And you will see too. But when you do, you will have no idea what you’re looking at. And then you will be me.
I should have just eaten the cake…
I miss you and we’re not even friends! Just two hearts bound by heartbreak. I wonder if you’re well.
I’m rooting for your happiness.
This is so weird.
How have your been?
Funny how the words of your hearts true desire is what grounds me in the mist of my emotional storms.
Isn’t it ironic?
Knowing I’m your hearts second choice is shattering me.
But you know what they say about beggars…
My heart was only as safe as the hands I allowed to hold it.
In hindsight, you showed me how unsafe you were. I just chose to see otherwise.
Before you, time didn’t exist. Now, every day I remember the clock is ticking.
My, how things have changed…
My smile used to touch my eyes, beaming with hopeful anticipation.
Now it barely touches my lips.
My how things have changed…
When everything you are becomes everything that complicates the relationship, change is inevitable…
Or forfeit your right to love.
I make sure my daughters have time to talk to me about anything.
And I have family members spying on all their social media accounts.
