Dear You

Welcome to my head. What I write here is a product of instances, consequences, coincidences, and heartache. Here before you is my soul- my inner trappings. Yours truly, Her.

Sunday, June 29, 2008

I'm not a Toy



You make me feel stupid. I'm not a toy. Can't you just tell me what you really want? I'm trying here. If something changed, tell me. I can't say I didn't expect it. I told you so. I'm not stupid. I know how things go. It's called cynicism. It's handy sometimes.


This is why I didn't want to risk it.

Yours Truly

Yours Truly
Her