Something simple
All you had to do was tell me to come home. I would have been there. But you choose to throw away four happy years to escape your lonely. You tell me you did it to feel whole. The only thing it did was make me empty. I begged and pleaded with you. But you can't face that shame. At least that's the story you tell me. Honestly I find it hard to believe. Part of me thinks you like what you did. You Like that you now have an "upgrade " . I am the definition of good luck chuck, so I know where this ends. It's a shame, my life in pieces because you simply couldn't say "Come Home"













