8th
Today is the 8th. Today is the 8th. Today is the 8th....yep, nope it doesn't feel like anything anymore. How quickly you jumped into someone else's ass just to see what it was like. I hope you do find love one day, and then I hope you realize you had the real thing waiting for you and cut me from the cast. I am the real thing. I am strong, I am independent, I am adventurous, I am funny, I am beautiful. And you threw me away. I do hope you're happy. But I know it won't last long because that's you. And I might be searching but it'll be for the real love the kind that sweeps you up and over the moon. The kind I wanted to give you. Now I know I deserve more. But, boy, how much did I love you body and soul. And boy! Oh, boy! Does it hurt. But I'm breathing. I'm walking. I'm healing. -A