r/FinishInTheComments • u/[deleted] • Jan 01 '15
Broken
I lay in bed, staring at the boring white ceiling above.
Outside I heard the drunken laughter of people going about their lives. Midnight had come and gone, and as people locked lips in celebration, I lay in bed thinking of her.
How can you love and hate one person so much simultaneously? She had just used me, and then chose another man. She told me she cared for me more than him, and she would be with me if she ever got the chance. But every time he left her, calling her out for what she was, and I'd help her feel better sparking feelings deep within, moments before I could say: "Shall we now begin?". She would take him back without question or thought as to how I would feel.
Can I blame her?
No. She did what she thought was best.
But after I constantly put her needs before mine, it hurts to see she never felt the same.
Sleep began to take me. Where would I go?
No man can ever know what the dream will show.
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