So I guess I should throw away the lingerie
Delete the dirty limerick that makes me sick
The thoughts, the poems, the emails sent
Reminders of all the time we’ve spent
No matter how you build your lie
You put me under the pretense ‘try’
So when you spent new years loving her
And for whatever reason I didn’t occur
No matter what light you choose to see
New Years eve you fuckin cheated on me
Author's Notes/Comments:
you lied about lying, wow was I ever wrong about who you were
how does she show up at your cousin's house when she just moved back to Canada and doesn't know where they live?
Also, point AND case, we were seeing each other when you kissed her New Years, we didn't end until you got back, there are levels of cheating and some are worse than others, but coming from you this has killed me inside