The days crept and I felt that walls were caving in. Everything so full of life and color turning black.
The days past and I was diagnosed with an STD. The evidence had been there all along, I just had to look for the clues. Everything was coming together. Why does the man I love hate me enough to do this to me. Pictures found, his sneaking out to talk to her on the phone. He says it’s because he didnt want to hurt me and he was waiting for the right time to tell me. I called that fucking whore. And told her thankyou for the STD you cunt. If I had known her in person, I would kill her with my two hands. Put my thumbs to her throat. The next two days were spent just crying all day. And that day I swore I wouldnt be that broken over another man. I played the tough girl for a whole year. Put him homeless, left him and immediately started dating. I never gave myself time to heal.
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