Wine, Women & Song

My name is irrelevant. This is where I post about my feelings. I'm a dude, so posting about my feelings on my main social networking, blogging and micro-blogging accounts would be too boring, embarrassing, annoying or all of the above for my contacts. This is a sad blog. But somehow, putting my thoughts and feelings on the Internet is cathartic. This is not a description. This is a warning.

She Broke My Heart Because I Love Her

I always felt like I was just a reliable provider of attention and affection for her. She didn’t really care for me, just the way I made her feel special when she needed it. She didn’t really love me, just my pretty words that made her feel loved.

She broke my heart because I cared too much for her. She broke my heart because I was asking for more than her text messages and Facebook Likes. She broke my heart because she got tired of me wanting to win her heart. She broke my heart because I love her.

I can think of a lot of mean words to describe her, but it can all be summed up with “selfish”. I want to hate her, but it’s pointless. I want her to feel the pain she caused me, but that would make me selfish, cruel and just plain mean. I think she just needs to grow up. A lot.

Posted 1 year ago