The Cult – Painted On My Heart
Remember that card I gave you? It said, “If I know what love is, it is because of you.” It’s true, you know. I loved you so much. I still love you…
I loved you more than you could ever imagine. Loving you was the only thing that I was ever really good at. God. Five years, you know. I didn’t love you unconditionally, though. I loved you with one important, what’s the word? Caveat? Yeah, that. All you had to do was love me back. Remember how I used to tell you all the time that all I ever wanted was for you to be happy? That was a lie. Fuck that. Of course I wanted you to be happy, but with me. Without me, I want you to be miserable. I want you to hate your fucking life, and hate yourself for not loving me like I needed you to. I don’t want to be a fond memory. I don’t want you to look back on what we had and smile out of the corner of your mouth, and do that thing where you curl your hair around your finger. I want you to suffer. Desperately. I want you to be in so much pain that you call me, weeping, begging for me to take you back. But I won’t. Because I’m over this shit.
Anyway, I guess you’re asleep. I know it’s late over there. Just call me when you get this, or whatever.
[She was gone in sixty seconds; left single.]
Our friend Brent writes for us today. He also writes for himself at The Third Revelation every now and then (not as often as we’d like, because it’s great).
That’s what we need more of on the internet – self-indulgent pubescent whining by cringe-inducing dickheads who think they are “writers” and that their EVERY thought and opinion needs to be shared with the world.
More please! It’s hilarious!