dear allison:
i write this today not out of sympathy or anger; but rather out of frustration. i never broke my promises to you, but you lied to me all the same. it's good i didn't tell you any secrets, least of all my real name. nevertheless, we had a good run; our first night on the beach, and the filet mignon... i'll bet you'll snort and pout thinking it wasn't fun, but i know we had each other pegged as the one.
i really enjoyed our time together; hell i even ignored dying relatives so i could be by your side. now it feels even worse to lose you, knowing how much for the opposite i tried. but i guess that one rainy night said it all, and more. you know, when i discovered your menage a trois... and learned that i was number four.
well i woulda looked past that, since you were my friend. it pains me to say "were" because it means our love's at an end. it took a while for me to figure out you were full of shit, i'll admit. the only attraction left was your sophistication, and i was heartbroken when you handed me a box of red wine to wash down a mcfish filet. i would have bundled up my emotions and walked out the door, but i left a puddle of them for you when i passed out drunk on the floor.
i write this today not out of sympathy or anger; but rather out of frustration. i never broke my promises to you, but you lied to me all the same. it's good i didn't tell you any secrets, least of all my real name. nevertheless, we had a good run; our first night on the beach, and the filet mignon... i'll bet you'll snort and pout thinking it wasn't fun, but i know we had each other pegged as the one.
i really enjoyed our time together; hell i even ignored dying relatives so i could be by your side. now it feels even worse to lose you, knowing how much for the opposite i tried. but i guess that one rainy night said it all, and more. you know, when i discovered your menage a trois... and learned that i was number four.
well i woulda looked past that, since you were my friend. it pains me to say "were" because it means our love's at an end. it took a while for me to figure out you were full of shit, i'll admit. the only attraction left was your sophistication, and i was heartbroken when you handed me a box of red wine to wash down a mcfish filet. i would have bundled up my emotions and walked out the door, but i left a puddle of them for you when i passed out drunk on the floor.
