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I have no time to write this 

But i feel as if I'll burst into a million pieces if i dont.

Strings of pain vibrate through me with the strummong of your unintentional fingers plucking pain rushibg up my throat and down to the pit of my stomach only to drop to the weakned kness and unsteady feet. Screaming reverberations inciental truths i dont want to hear, or taste or feel are summoned again. It was a cruel twist of manipulation your greatest trick. Tge absence of your accountabilityband the way you took the out i offered without a thought. Betrayed by what i hate most, insensitive needs thees no real us its all pretend. You may need me but you dont want me the way i need you to want me. You fail  the simplest task of love and thats is all i ask. The simple act of consideration. I simply asked for a set of safety guide lines To help me give up an icon an image of you i held so dear. It was all i had left to feel good about and i was getting ready for the sacrifce. But i wasnt even invited to the funeral. It happened too quickly and in all the worst fears mentioned by name and further described were flaunted in my face. Was it deliberate? That tiny voice is hoping. That tiny voice is a joke like your efforts at loving me. You play the poor blind fool claiming you never saw the signs. You are cruel. In love and in nature. The dissapointment grows a bigger mountain than i want to surmount. I justwonder what exacty you think of me. It mustn't be much because in all the years you still havent done seen or heard what i need from you most. And on top of all that ill feeling i lost that icon that one thing i never tired of into the baineful horrid humiliation of accepting far less than you needed to. too afraid id change my mind. But you forgot the parameters of it. Excluding my emotions. The way you refused to confront and defend me to those who condemned me. A one man show with your favourite groupie.  No duet, no string quartet. Just some minless unimaginative practical bullshit on tge scale of one on thought required. your love language sucks and so does your attention. Yeah you need me but no where near in the way that i want. I hate choking on your dissmissals and stewing on your inconsideration. I dont care if you didnt think. You dont care to think enough. once again im a nothing. A nobody and without a second thought you left me without even my favourite image of you its been ripped from my life and forced to live in my head that proud beautiful image of you into an embarasing mess. taken for a ride and you cant even see what the fuss is about. They certainly saw you coming and even got you gloating over an over priced piece of ugly shit. I cant even look at you in it. I warned you. Now deal with the sour taste like i have to every single time you forgot who i was to you. And yes Im going to be angry and dissapointed in you for a long time because you kill me with your fucked up love.