he would not tell the truth because it will set him free. I will set him free, with ease, . Sohe decieves until sympathy is concieved in me

It feels lonely at the top, not the kind of lonely that no ones around, but the kind that no one understands, because you are there all by yourself

I am not saying I am perfect. I have had my fare share of misbehaviors, lust, crushes, hot flashes for other guys. but it only went that far as a thought. maybe because I didnt have the opportunity or maybe because God would not let me get tempted more than I can resist.

I love him. I love him. I love him. But I hate him, I am disgusted by him. Because I tried to work it out and I try to overlook,only I have hung myself on this noose of denial that will soon strangle whats left of love in me. what is left to love in the next him. Because the ones before him, where just like him. loving loving loving and then sucking whats left of love in me.