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| I Quit (alternate ending) |
| I'm done, i'm through,
it is over with you. Don't act surprised, you knew who was on my mind. All the times that you lied. The truth I denied but then realized what you are, far from the marred, scarred, and broken man. I can not stand the act, or the touch of your hand. Behind closed doors, you act nice like before, knowing what would be in store. A good man is a myth, nothing more than a lore. The grief that you dealt, was felt, like the whip of a belt. I quit being hit with this s*it, that gets whipped back to me, like it did in the past. I knew it was too good to last. It started too strong, too fast. I quit being the one that gets hurt and stepped on, who gets shunned, from the one, whom she loved so much. You might think these sinking feelings are meaningless, but see that these words are full of hurtful reasoning. The tears that were shed, the fears in my head was fed with regret, yet my love for you was never dead. The words that were said upon the end, was a defense I turn to when I get hurt and upset. I will never forgive you, or tend to forget you. What if the shoe was on the other foot? What would you do? The old wounds, reopened, now in full bloom. Again, I ask, What would you do? Yes, these words of doom and gloom, but you gave me no room to move. The words you told me, I now throw back to you. They are long overdue. I am sure when you read this you might have a clue, but if not, the line is "F**k it.... f**k them, and f**k you. (c) copyright 8/12/05 Melia Teka |
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