i think that everyone has scars

maybe not on their wrists or their inner thighs or on their knees

but

on their hearts, souls, and between the cracks and crevices of the little universes they’ve created inside of themselves

I can’t believe it was you to treat me like every other person who said they were my friend or said they loved me. You used me like a doormat and you were the one who told me to not stand for getting used…. well what am I supposed to do now? You were the one I’m supposed to love forever.. and you lied to me again. AGAIN. after I told you how hard it was for me to trust you after the first one… What’s gonna happen when we get to the point  when we want to marry and you decide to keep more secrets. People don’t change and that’s what worries me the most.