In the morning i wake up expecting to see your face.
i turn over in bed and realize that your not there.
i lay in bed thinking where you could be.
the first that comes to mind is, your with the girl that was eyeing you the other day down on Broadway street.
i get out of bed, anger taking control. i grab a bag and start to stuff my things inside. i keep thinking how or why you could do this to me. i can't understand it. this is the first morning i wake up and your not there.
i walk out the door no make up and jeans and a t-shirt. angry as hell, never wanting to see you again.
i stomp down the stairs of our apartment regretting every i love you, regretting every kiss.
i get in my car and drive away, away from that bedroom where we shared so many nights together. away from the life we shared.
it was only an hour later that he came back to an empty house. he went to kiss me good morning and give me the valentines present he went out and bought for me that morning. he now sits in the bedroom wondering why i never trusted him.
