Comfortable

Dont ever get too comfortable.

I woke up today like almost none of it had happened. That you hadn't yet again tried to make me the bad guy because I wanted out of a situation that was hurting me. A situation that wasn't making me happy. Why were you so surprised? I gave you exactly what you asked for if that's the kind of guy you wanted to be. You got almost exactly what you wanted from me except the career booster you were hoping for.

I got out of bed like it never happened. Like you hadn't told me you didn't want anything to do with me. That you hadnt told me you didn't want to speak to me anymore because you didn't want me to say hello with a smile on my face being happy while you were sad. I didn't feel like you had told me you were shedding tears heart broken and sad, when I knew it wasn't true. You were just mad I wasn't going to let you use me anymore.

And then I turned and saw your hat. I told you I would give it back. You of course didn't want to take the chance of seeing me so soon. But then have the gall to send me pictures of your new tattoo telling me there is a difference between sending me pictures and speaking to me. Where? Where is the difference? Because both are just your sad attempts to get me to speak to you. Today it worked because I felt bad. Tomorrow and for the days after, you will not be so fortunate.

He told me "he couldn't be a man to your face but proved to be a bitch via Text." truth.

But everything changes again tomorrow. Working on furthering my future. Writing my life away because it's my true love. It's what takes me away from the life I've grown so numb to. And because of that, I find a passion that's undeniable because some how there is always someone wanting to read it. I can't stop now andi need to keep pushing for more. So much more.