Broken Promises

He promised he'd never make me cry again.
(i guess i should be used to broken promises though.)

mean things we're exchanged.
and i feel stupid for every saturday before i went to see him.
"dear diary, i used to run around and get all nice for him when i went to his house, i'm a loser."
him making fun of me.
shit happened.
he warned me, but i didn't stop.
and our pointless, stupid feud,
ended with him grabbing my hair roughly
and throwing me on the bed.
i guess i should have stopped.


and i cried in the bathroom.
(yes, tomorrow we'll make up.)