Kay Writes

Every smile, every laugh, every tear- all of it- was for you.

And yet…

And yet, you still take.

Take. Take. Take.

You never gave me what I wanted most-what I needed most.

Affection.

I thought it was me-I was the problem.

I was not loving you enough.

I was not smiling enough.

I. was. not. giving. you. enough.

Now…

Now I see the ugly truth.

Because sometimes, in the end, you don’t get what you give.

Two boyfriends

A best friend

A dog

A close family member

Well not the real you anyway.

The version of you that seems to be in every thing I do.

It’s not the real you, if it were I would have stayed.

But alas, the you that follows me- haunts me-is a version of you that was made up, by you.

The real you scares me to this day, that’s why I left.

I see you in people I meet.

In movies I see, in books I read.

I see you in the way I speak, the way I just simply be.

I just want it to stop. I want you to stop.

I want to go on as if you never existed.

So please, please.

Words hold their own unique meanings. You can use them as you like to convey the point you are trying to get across.

You can tell someone you love them in only a matter of three words.

I love you.

You can tell someone that you do not feel for them as you once did in only two.

It’s over.

I love words, I tend to only use the lovely, intricate, beautiful, ones.

However, the only words I receive are the ones you don’t want to hear, the ones that make you want to scream, the ones that make you want to disappear.