This deed reminded me of her, it wouldn't help but I still missed what we had admiring less of the person I was around her so much of that human paused the moment our thought made her the wrong demand, enjoyed less of those moment though some part were unbitter memories I would admire at.
Wouldn't tell if I was far more different from her expectation, all my actions all what I said or did where to justify her act I never had the intent of leaving knowing it would hurt non rather than it, never cared for any of mine but would always say she do felt I saw through her mind she only had me as an option. Her lifestyle was built with envies she tirelessly admire characters with antsy far different for what my heart built or wanted with hers.
we had memories together which İ needed to erase some would pop up leaving my mind dangerous our memories made me imperfect and sad, seeing her at first; thoughts of uprightness blew inside of me building an intent making her first choice above all making this up from my heart that it pleases genuinely, misinformed by unrighteous decisions inwardly tracking downs falling for eve running from eden became subject to my own wishes she owned and owe me for nothing while satisfying my head with spell. falling for the seductive mouth continued building my empire kept using her image for my own satisfactory benefit, our purpose shouldn't irritate counting less losses putting effort to be used proper being a puppet İ lived that way unknown to me was a strange being staring at each disguised truth.
illness made me alone needed companion I wasn't enough for my self unprotected to her love it became toxicant to my mind making me vulnerable and constant to lovemaking trapped to her own desire.
knowing less reasons for her actions it would'nt feel right she still was ahead of mine hurtful deeds silencing my all while she performed her act, felt pain inwards like torment it suffered my heart, I couldn't bleed tamed countless time still we made it out, my feelings are worthless maybe it felt like love.
breaking my word for cheap currency she indeed tested my limit far too long how much more would İ play along side her, she was playing and evaluating my emotions to verify if am for real when she couldn't stand real true for herself, she made a grown up shed tears knowing her wrong she broke me countless times with certain ambitious acts.
she played her tough girl all in one finding ways of diversifying pretending to impact falsely I was running back to her only to be tossed by her she played young madam which please her alot.
Felt sick writing about her narrating this in a script found deep peace in harmonized note much of some all made me weak sometimes my heads aches in imagination it felt amusing also shameful for a grown up wishing her well with goodluck telling myself she could still be the one I forget much about we without doubts was a slave in dept for love, found alleviate writing it had me reflecting on her inconsiderately, she shouldn't be here alongside her crew gazing at me for her it all felt different from her different feeling.
İ was being saved with this İ felt relived with some thoughts that she would be more scarier nothing changed İ still perceived things like İ would do.