Wednesday, June 1, 2011

he played me.

Sometimes words are just words. How do you know if someone meant to write them? Say them? Sing them?
For instance, I could write a poem. The most beautiful love poem you've ever read. But I didn't tell you I wrote it just for credit in school. Or just so he'd kiss me.
He could tell me he's so in love with me and that I'm beautiful and unique.
But does he mean it? Or does he just like to kiss?
For me personally, I don't say things I don't mean.
Words like, "I promise" and "I love you" are not thrown around. They are said when I've got eye-contact. When I ACTUALLY feel that way.
So for someone like me, I didn't realize words could be just... Words.
I realize now this is why so many naive girls, like myself, end up heartbroken. They use excuses and lie to everyone, including themselves, saying, "but he loves me, how could he be bad?"
Does he now? Does he love you?
Or does he like the way you "treated" him after he said it.
Did he say it to make you stop crying?
To make you stick around when he's been a jerk?
Maybe I'm just a pessimist.
Maybe I'm just looking for reasons.
An explanation.
Something.
But one thing's for sure.
I'm not falling for it again.