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I gave you all of me, everything but the one thing you really wanted...and now I lay discarded like a deflated tire on the side of the road...I wish I had known, I would't have sown these seeds in my heart....you pretend not to understand how u portrayed everything but the role of bein"MY MAN"....I shared secrets with you, stole myspace pictures of you, created a space in my heart for you....how could you.....renig your friendship bc things didn't go as you planned, my plan hasn't worked in 2+ years, and still I fear your vexation, tho the gestation period for the birth of love is waaayyy overdue, because of you....I overanalize and rationalize my actions, my reaction is understanding the need to be proactive, intensify the detoxification of my soul, come to terms with your ultimate goal....or lack thereof, in the abscense of commitment a back door clause is formed stating that at any time you can discard of, be rid of, kick to the curb, throw away, the refuse that is my heart. You are the result of a shart, the combination of bodily excrement, so confused neither knows which way the exit is, u r the cause of this dilema...my heart holds a vendetta, not even a barretta could erase the pain you've caused, if you had just paused.....paused for just a moment you would have known this...my heart is overgrown with weeds of neglect and I slumber in a tower of regret, I am the only dancer at this recitle, looking forward to the day when someone will finally claim the TITLE.