What hurts the most is being so close, and having so much to say and watching you walk away. -Rascal Flats
Sometimes the saddest part is knowing how close we were.
Knowing that we could have had it all,
But seeing that you weren’t quite ready.
But is it my fault?
Why is it my fault?
I was ready and waiting.
I waited and waited and waited.
But you never came.
I had to accept that and move on.
So why is it my fault for not standing there longer?
You still haven’t reached our previous meeting spot.
So I stopped waiting.
I had to go on.
I had a life as well and though I wish with all my heart that you were here next to me…
I have to accept that you’re not.
That doesn’t mean that you get to blame me for this!
I am not at fault!
You made your decision, so own up to it!
Accept your own decision before you start to ridicule mine!
You don’t get to leave me high and dry and then play at the victim.
It doesn’t work like that.
I won’t let you make me feel guilty for you deciding to ditch me!
Your self-righteousness is disgusting to me, revolting to my senses!
If you want to play victim, then leave me out of this!
Because I won’t sit here and be your punching bag anymore.
Written for yesterday’s FreeWriteFriday prompt: http://kellieelmore.com/2014/06/13/fwf-free-write-friday-are-you-up-for-this/
(pants) I feel…a little…better…
Thank you, Kellie.