Bonehead83

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No Longer Yours

Written 2022-12-26

Unknown, my love...

...is no longer yours. I cannot love you anymore. I don't want to point out faults or put you down, so details will be left in the Devils pocket to keep. But you could never love me as I did you because you still love the one before me. It is him you see yourself with in time to come, and I have no time for half of your heart. The 'safety and belonging' you had with me is how you should remember us as we were, but also remember that you chose the butterflies in your belly over us. You chose the guy that mocks your intelligence and steps on your success because he gives you butterflies. You can't be yourself around him and you walk on eggshells when he's around, and you don't dare not wear makeup when you see him. And all this because of butterflies.

...is no longer yours. You said your gut said I had lied and when the time was proper, I confirmed your gut. My gut says you still lie, and yet you maintain your virtuous position of self-righteousness. I have witnesses that contradict your story, and these are very reliable sources. You say you are angry with me because when you begged for the truth, I didn't give it to you. This is true, and yet when the time was proper, I confessed. I asked you how many times for the truth about him? Too many, and although you two confessed to your ex-husband about having sex, when I asked, I was lied to by both of you. I will give it to you, you can be convincing, but since you walked away from me, I no longer chose to be convinced by what I want to hear. I know you had sex with him, your ex-husband, and your tattoo guy. Whoever else is no matter at this point. Three is repetitious and establishes a pattern, so I don't need to know any more. You don't respect me enough to come clean, even after we broke up, shows how little respect you have for yourself.

...is no longer yours. My love is mine. I did, however, give some of that love to your tattoo guy's ex-girlfriend. Purely out of spite and lust. I also gave some of that love to your ex-husband's ex-girlfriend. I know you and her get along so well and this will only add to what you two have in common.

...was wasted on you because you never gave yourself fully to me. Thanks for making me look like the fool you played me for. My love was your leverage against me, and you played me until you got tired of me. Good luck with tattoo face and your ex-husband. You know he knows about your boyfriend, right? And he's playing you to get you to pay for his placement. You're not the only woman he says 'I love you' to. You were the only one I said that to, but your pedo fetish overrules your good sense in men. Sad, how three of the four dudes you were/are having sex with are sex offenders. I haven't heard anything about your tattoo guy so he's the only exception. 'Tattoo guy' and 'tattoo face' are two different turds but belong in the same pot, along with 'fuck face' and your ex-husband, who also just pc'ed in jail. No wonder I got excluded from your list...I don't touch children for my own sexual gratification.

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No

Written 2022-09-25

I hate how I still think of you and want to fulfill your needs and wants. I would do all these things and more if you were still mine, but you only call me when you need something. The answer is a firm, "No." Ask whoever you are with for whatever it is you're calling me for. No matter what I give to you, you aren't going to be with me, so why would I waste the effort. I don't want you anyways since I don't see you the same, no 'love blinders' for you. I don't even get the truth from you, even though we aren't even together anymore.

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Just a note I wrote for my girlfriend, although she has yet to see it.

Once Again

Written 2021-03-16

Once again it is the early hours of the morning and you are on my mind. It anguishes me to know you are alone though other people may be around. I want to be there with you and have you rest your head on my chest while I wrap you in my arms.
I miss picking you up at night and driving back to my place. I remember the first time on one of those rides when you took my hand. You look my way to see my face as I glanced at our hands; half shocked that I let it happen and how I was actually good with it. I saw you differently that night. I saw the sweet woman inside of you, seemingly unafraid of showing affection. You stirred something within me and I yearn for you still to this day. The thought of you not being near me causes my throat to close, my heart to sputter, and my eyes to swell. I do sleep better when you're in the bed with me. I miss you, Baby, and as one of the few women in my life that I say this to, know that when I say it, I am sincere; I love you.

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