i wanted to know how deep was his love, i wanted to find out how much he could handle, i needed to know if he could handle me. he said he loves me, said he would never hurt me (which is what most of them say anycase), he said he wouldn’t leave me — so, i hurt him. a pain inflicted not upon his heart but right through his soul; yes, i ripped him apart, hurt him the way he would never imagine anyone is actually capable of doing, i made him fall apart.
and then, there he was, right by my door — broken and still miserably in love with me. he uttered the words : “i told you i wouldn’t leave you, i told you i love you and i meant it…despite everything, despite the pain, despite your stupid games, despite you being a bitch.”
and then, there i was, speechless; thinking that yeah, this one really does love me.
November 10, 2009, 2:29am
