I want you and not wanting you in that sense. To you I'm just a tool that you made use of and now you're throwing all my shame. Where am I to go, how am I to live? Thing is, you love her. You wouldn't betray her. You said I held some significance in your life. Where?
You made use of the trust I had in you. I wanted to die. What message did I convey to you, what, exactly? And what was I thinking when I was doing that. I wish I was thinking, not blinded.
I'm not going to tell anyone but part of my life is already ruined anyway.
I'm like a lonely puppy seeking home.
Except I'm not so weak.
Written with woe and regret,
Quincy