YOU ARE A JOKE


You are a joke.

Why do we play this game? You love me. I love you. We could be something else. We could be happy. I could be yours if you would just let go of her. Can't you see that you all are done, over, finished, ended. You all ended so long ago when you fucked me. And then she fucked her. I loved you. I dumped everything for you. I loved your eyes, your laugh, your sex, your everything. You loved my attitude, my smile, my sex. Still you chose her. I was better for you. I still am.

You chose her but you kept sneaking around with me. We stole many moments, many nights with each other. We fell in love, well i did. You just "loved me" but still you could not let go of her. And i let you do it twice more before I finally got the fucking picture. YOU CHOSE HER. not me. I'm pretty, smart, funny, a good time. She's awkward, artistic, and not to mention tries way to hard to be the Scene Kid.

So heres the punch line, Im done Im through. That's what makes the joke: the unexpected ending. I hate that i still care, but no longer will i love you.




the love letter collection
submitted 11:28 PM EST
sunday, february 10, 2008