I win

You expect me to let you in my heart, back in my door like everything is normal because I've done it so many times before.

Many nights I craved you , but you were never there. Alone in the darkness crying out for you- wondering if you truly cared. I cant let you close anymore because you went ghost on me when it mattered the most.

I was blinded. You wear many masks. In your game of "love" you never play fair.. So i have to make you a part of my past.

Over and over- you betrayed my trust; curved my words. I spoke from the heart... I wonder if you even heard em. Cause you took me into the darkness and left me drowning in confusion. Wondering was this even real or another twisted illusion.

Frontline, we fought your demons together. You turned your back on me, I had yours through any weather.

20/20 vision...You are trying to reel me back in, but not this time. No ,not again. How dare you expect me to play the star in your little show? We are not the same.. I have dreams. I want a family and you're still chasing dope and pursuing hoes.

This time it's my turn. I win. Im going ghost.
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Written by CRaeRae
Christa Raelyn
8:24. 3/11/20

Reviews

[Ralph Proenza (Docralph..]

Okay, RaeRae, if these words are really from your heart, then you did RIGHT. Betrayal of a person’s given love always hurts, and I hurt with you. If this is fiction, Great Job...you pulled me right in. i also like that you dated and timed your piece! More contributors should do that.
-Ralph

[Laconic Meraki]

Thank you. And oh, no no... I only WISH it was fiction ...

[Ralph Proenza (Docralph)]

I’m so sorry for you...you deserve better than that!

[Laconic Meraki]

Well life's all about lessons..
The pain only makes me stronger.

[Laconic Meraki]

Well life's all about lessons..
The pain only makes me stronger.

[Mr. D]

You let people in, they destroy you. Didn't I say that before? -_-

[Laconic Meraki]

Yep. Or destroy what you love.

[barleygirl]

On the surface, this message appears to be written to some scoundrel in this narrator's life, but to me, it sounds like what this narrator really means to be saying TO HERSELF! It's the kind of thing the therapist tells us to write, and then throw away. This guy doesn't matter. This guy isn't going to hear this in a way that feels satisfying. Closure is an illusion. This narrator feels wobbly to me, like she could still stumble & fall at any moment, so why expose herself to this guy & whatever reaction he will likely have, which tears down her resolve to get this done? I believe we need to write something like this to ourselves, just to remind ourselves how badly we want to be free from a situation. Here's hoping you have a Happy Easter! (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie