Demi - Is Demi Lovato Going to Give My Heart a Break?

There are no cliches.  There are no amount of Ben and Jerry's Brownie Batter pints for me to sink into to drown my sorrows.

I'm single.

How strange.  After four years of bullshit, I'm free.
It doesn't feel good.  It doesn't feel awful.  It just is a state of being.
free

This didn't even seem like a possibility when we were in our first month of dating.  There was affection and passion in our relationship.  We used to spend nights together after work that didn't end until six in the morning, thirty minutes before he would leave for work in Ohio.  I used to look at him and then back and me and never understand how I got so lucky, how anybody in their right mind could choose me.  Now, I recognize see the naivety of a depressed twenty year old with low self esteem.

The first sign of trouble in our relationship didn't start for a while.  Granted, he was still texting his exes with some fever when I did look in his phone the following May.  We cuddled and laughed like other couples but enjoyed our quirky evenings of N64 and taco dinners.  I had friends that new him before we were together that couldn't understand why I wanted to get myself his life.  But I didn't.  I wanted to have a fun summer after sophomore year, and I did with you added to the picture.

We stopped doing things together.  We didn't talk.  It became a situation where two people just coexisted pretending that they could hold onto what they once shared.  I'm happy to not deal with your lies.  I'm happy to soon be rid of your piggish behavior but most importantly, I'm glad I never had to do weight watchers to lose about half my body weight in fat like the person that is the reason I've had enough.

May you think of me often and it pain you.  May you feel the pain I've felt for years.  May the next girl experience with you all that you've done to me and then some.  May she worry about your drinking and unfaithfulness.  And may you never, no matter who it is or how much I dislike them, reign upon them the physical pain that you inflicted upon me.  How could I have lived like a fool for so long?  I hope I never have children to explain the last four years to.  These 1460 days will be a permanent reminder of my strength and character; I hope they reflect that I was dedicated and a passionate lover in my ignorance.

So you can keep every I'm sorry you have left for me.  I don't want it.
You can take ever picture we ever had together and burn them.  I will be.

I believe it was once misquoted about fury and women:
Hell hath no fury like me scorned
http://8tracks.com/wildmilk/he-s-gotta-go

You were a boy when i met you and a cheater ever since,

How did I do something as stupid as give you the first kiss?

I hope that one day when you're angry you remember what you did

And you muster up the courage to call me up so I'll forgive

Keep your I'm sorrys and the I'll change to your self

It's time for me to face the world and recaputure my health