We were together for so long, and during that time it seemed like I was the only one who would do wrong. You were the accuser and I was the abuser because I would talk to other gurlz. At the same time you, would complain about me making a plan, when the entire time you had another man.
You played me once, you played me twice, but in the end you said I was the one who was not very nice. You would cancel our dates and say it was too late to be together and relate, but it was only because Adrian had other plans. Adrian was his name he came into our relationship only as a game.
Kind of odd was that he meet you at one of my football games. While you were supposedly watching me play, you were sitting the and listening to him spit game.
In the end you were caught, and the only thought that I had was "why?" You said it didn't mean aa damn thing, but hearing that from you meant nothing. Once again you messed up once and you messed up twice when you tried to feed me more of your lies. I moved on and after that day we broke up I wished that I had gone. I wish I had gone back the where everything was as simple as that.
It's Junior year we're not together, and the only thing that could make me happier would be to be with somebody.
