He Called Me His

DarlaCal

I was his and he was mine. In my mind, we were the perfect couple and i thought he felt the same way. He told me the sweetest things. He said I was the best thing that ever happened to him, he couldn't imagine life without me. He told me he doesn't know what he did to deserve someone like me. Life was great. We were inseparable...or so i thought. Months passed, and we grew more and more apart. He became distant, started flirting with other girls. Worst of all he started flirting with my best friend and to my misdemeanor she flirted right back. I read the texts, i saw them together. I saw how they looked at each other as if they had some dirty little secret. It broke my heart, tore me to shreds, and left me remains to decompose. In my mind, I believed I couldn't go on. I cried, i screamed. Couldn't eat, couldn't sleep, couldn't do anything. I looked at them as they asked me what was wrong and i just said nothing. That's what they were to me...nothing. I continue to grieve in silence as they continue their little affair. What became of he and I? Well there is no more we...just me...alone in the dark world of depression and loneliness. And my supposed best friend? It will be a cold day in hell when I ever forget how she betrayed me...He called me His but that was my curse. Seems like i wasn't his..just ONE of his...well no longer. No longer will I be condemned to be with one who destroys me. No longer will I be his...