Girl you just don’t know
what you are doing
or what you did to me.
Though maybe you just didn’t care.
Whichever – tell me what is worse.
Did you know
it took me ages to recover
from my last encounter with you?
It took me years or so it seems
to regain my self-esteem.
I can’t forget
and I can’t sleep
but as far as I can tell
I hold no grudge against you.
Far from that -
I’d still welcome you
here in my arms.
Though believe me one single thing
if you ever mess with my heart again.
I won’t rest until you’ve gone mad
I won’t sleep until you’re dead.
I will become what you are to me now
I’ll be your personal poltergeist.

I’m stronger than that, I don’t need you, and all I want is you to be happy. Focus. Talk to myself. Make myself believe it.
I wonder how naive you must be to believe that. Truth is: It hurts – deep down inside me.
What I hated most about that situation is that you made it look like it was my fault. Now I didn’t see it that way. After all it was you who suddenly showed me more affection then you used to show me. First it was just words but then you got physical. It wasn’t me who started that. I did want you as just a friend. However you gave me more than enough reason to believe there could have been more. My flesh was weak and breaking my resistance was piece of cake for you. You must have known that! After all I was desperate for love and closeness. You were so very lovely and you gave me what I yearned for so much – the feeling of acceptance and love by simply being who I was.
Finding out you used me to reassure yourself to find the courage and leave your boyfriend was the hardest part. And now you have the nerve to tell me that it’s not your fault that I fell for you.
You’ve got to be joking! (weiterlesen…)