_dallas_

why would you kick the poor girl once she is already down. toes to chest. breaking her heart. she needed you now. more than ever. she needed your words. your warmth. your comfort. she needed someone, anyone, to show her they cared. that she was still worth a damn. all she had loved was lost. all she had cared for had slipped through life's grasp and left her empty handed and hollow. during her time of mourning you would be so naive to turn your back on her. so disloyal. from bed to bed you wander, as if she wouldnt see. only a special kind of man would walk away at a time like this. so dishonest. she had believed your lies and defended your reputation. she had pretended she was happy and that everything was perfect. she didnt want to give you a bad name. this is how you repay her. you are all the same. this is how you thank her.

you make me sick.