Broken By Your Dirty Temptations.

If you're wondering - Yes, this is true.

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Your evil smile is laced with tenderness, a tenderness that I can only see. I view it in the purple moonlight as you begin to regret all the things that you do. You bleed a sadness mixed with anger - it's your dirty combination. You seem to lose your sense of control and dive straight into your misled temptations. [Where's my hero?]

Your face is so foreign, your hugs are so cold; you're not who you used to be.

My daddy, my hero, my best friend.
- Wait. I think I mean -
The liar, my demise, my source of pain.

You've driven me so far, I don't think that I have many more miles to go. You've given me about all that I can take, and I feel my brave face beginning to form cracks. So stop pushing me, because I can't handle anymore.

[See what you did?]

I could sit here and write you a thousand letters filled with a million words, but none truly convey the feelings that my heart possesses. They don't even come close. Because I've been ripped, stomped on, and trampled on - and I don't think I can speak how much that kills me - Repeatedly.

The bracelet you gave me years ago is on my left wrist at all times, because I can't bear to take it off. You'd laugh at me if you knew that, wouldn't you? And I'm not ashamed of the fact that I threw that old picture of us on the floor. That's where it belongs. In the floor - broken. Just like our old, fun relationship as daddy and daughter.

Because don't you see the truth? You broke me in the midst of breaking yourself, and you didn't realize it. You kept walking down the road dragging me along. But now I'm here to tell you, that maybe beside you isn't where I'm meant to belong.

October 21, 2008
(c) Stephanie Lynn