Fight's A Brewin'

25th November 2010

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YOU DON’T CARE A BIT

Here’s the thing, you say you care so much about me, but you have absoultely never shown any sign of caring or any other good emotion toward me other than kissing me on occasion. I’m sick of giving you second, third, hundreds of chances. All for what? You criticizing every move I make. You making me feel like absolute shit everyday. So, what am I doing here? I should have left a long time ago. But I can’t. I can’t find it in myself to leave you. Why, you ask? Because I fucking love you. Go fucking figure. You’ve cheated on me. Lied to me. Stolen from me. Talked shit about me. You must think it’s fun to toy with me like this. Taking every emotion and using it against me. Because you know no matter you do to me, no matter how much you hurt me, how much you make me hate you, you know I won’t leave you. And you’re right. I think that’s the hardest part about this whole relationship. I can’t leave you. I can’t make myself want a better life, though I’ve been told I deserve better than you. So I will stick it out until you shatter me completely. I will love you until you decide you don’t want to try anymore. I love you, Anson. Because I think everything about you as a person is perfect. But everything about you as a boyfriend is flawed.

And the worst part is…you don’t care a bit.