In a given time, at a given place, we were immensely in love with what we had brought out and saw. Unfortunately, the most sweet of fruits begin to become spoiled despite our greatest efforts. It didn't take long for that to occur since I let the refrigerator open and while I admit that I blame myself for the ruins of the relationship, I will also not allow you to try to belittle me.
I felt at peace with him, with you, but things took a turn in the most disastrous way that effected the premises of my willingness to trust other individuals. It initiated a sense of paranoia. It ignited a fire that become destructive when you decided that apparently everything between us didn't matter.
However, I will not ever fucking tolerate the fact that you dared say you're the "dominate position and can change my feelings". I don't have control over my sentiments but I will also acknowledge when something is absolutely preposterous.
Whatever happens to those fruits are for that of the flies.
Submitted September 15, 2017 at 03:10PM by brain_goop http://ift.tt/2ju4XUT offmychest
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