I've been lied to, used,
ignored,
unacknowledged, and treated
like
a stranger like
nothing ever happened.
All by the same
person.
mostpeople
would have given up by now.
butme?
I still haven't. I still believe in us, I still
believe
we can happen. I was the one who screwed this up
so
I can be the one to put it back
together,
back to the way
things
usedtobe.
Call me insecure, desperate, whatever. But after
all of this mess I still have something
that's good, and that's
called hope.
