He let me down.
They say there is a first time for everything, and I suppose that's true, in a sense.
But this was different.
He promised me, years ago, back when I first met him.
He swore.
But he lied.
I never knew him to tell a farce, he was always transparent, like a clean window.
I still don't know how it happened.
But it did,
I shudder to think about what else he lied about.
If he could pass off something like this, then something smaller like infidelity wouldn't phase him.
I wrack my brain, but nothing comes to mind.
But with this much alchohol going through my system, I'm surprised I can think.
I guess I use him as my excuse.
Any other day I'd hate myself for that.
But one doesn't commit murder every day.
2 comments:
This is why we don't let Andy help you with spelling.
It's only one h: alcohol.
And that was sad. Had you written something similar or with a similar last line? It sounds oddly familiar for some reason.
lol yeahhh, he kinda fails.
I'd fix it, but then people wouldn't know what we're talking about!!
hahaa
yeah, it is sad.
Nope, never wrote anything like it (well, Poe phase, but not with those words)
Maybe you're thinking about the cancer story, but still, nothing close to this
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