This Tastes French

I wrote this for you, and will write this for me. It will be for us. It is a gift.

Friday, July 1, 2011

I Should Tell You...

I'm ashamed for what I said to you. I'm ashamed that I had to say it. Did I even need to say it? You tried to ruin my life, you tried to ruin me. So I ruined you. And boy, do I hope it ruined you as much as you ruined me.
Posted by You at 12:24 PM
Email ThisBlogThis!Share to XShare to FacebookShare to Pinterest

No comments:

Post a Comment

Newer Post Older Post Home
Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom)

Blog Archive

  • ►  2012 (13)
    • ►  November (1)
    • ►  September (1)
    • ►  April (4)
    • ►  March (1)
    • ►  February (3)
    • ►  January (3)
  • ▼  2011 (94)
    • ►  December (6)
    • ►  November (1)
    • ►  October (5)
    • ►  September (3)
    • ►  August (4)
    • ▼  July (8)
      • Post Midnight Writings of a Hopelessly Romantic In...
      • Unrequited Love Keeps All Close Inside
      • No One Loves You Like I Do
      • State of Emotional Delirium
      • Chest To Chest, How Close I Want To Be To You
      • You Say That Love Is Blind, So Why Didn't You Miss?
      • I Should Tell You...
      • I Want You Here. With Me. Forever.
    • ►  June (10)
    • ►  May (15)
    • ►  April (4)
    • ►  March (11)
    • ►  February (16)
    • ►  January (11)
  • ►  2010 (28)
    • ►  December (11)
    • ►  November (17)

About Me

My photo
You
I am you.
View my complete profile
Awesome Inc. theme. Theme images by fpm. Powered by Blogger.