I dream about you, I don’t have a choice. I know where we stand and how I feel about you. But the bottle of whiskey goes down easy to dull the fucking pain when I don’t want to fight. I don’t want you’re world and I don’t want you’re fights. I had my own wars and my own battles. Most of them were with you, that isn’t forgotten and never will.
I am have forgiven, but you’re fucking presumptive to think that I have or ever will fucking forgiven you. I’m dumb, not naive. I can still scorch you’re earth but your doing a good enough job of that on your own. You don’t need me for that.
I’m just fucking find on my own. And you’ve played your card, you’re still afraid. But not if me, you’re afraid of being alone. So instead of giving it a moment you’re going to be making bad choices. Good for you, I turned my back on that years ago.
The only nightmares I allow myself to have now I control and you aren’t one of them. I don’t understand your mind games and I do t have for your misery.
You reap what you sow and the drama you involve yourself in has nothing to do with me. I choose to live my life in a way that has been denied to me for decades. I don’t need or want you except in my darkest places. I’m afraid to be alone too. But I’ll never choose to be miserable also, not again.
Just don’t let anyone hurt that child agian or they will see what happens when you fuck with an American nightmare. Jesus forgives, I will not.
You’ve already let it happen once and you won’t or can’t give me full disclosure. But the way you live your life in comparison to mine gives you all the risk factors. Meanwhile you opening dark places inside me I tried to forget, but those wounds in my back are inflicted by you… I have not forgotten that. The knives are still there. I’ve got no problem taking one of them and using them to defend what I hold most dear at whatever fucking cost it has to you.
You put the knife there… I have the power to pull it out and you know it. The problem is I’d be aiming right for someone’s temple…
And I might be your Favourite victim, but the reverse still applies.
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