The Man You Left
Behind
SS by Ing
Dear Britney,
Tell me, why do I feel this pain deep inside of
me? Why is it that each time somebody says your name, I sense a hand tugging
at one half of my broken heart? I can ball my hands into fists and clench my
teeth tightly together….but we both still know what happened. Both of us
know exactly what you are.
Do you remember the day I told you I loved you? I
do. It was the day you told me the same in return. But looking back now, I
recall none of the burning passion and love in your eyes as there was in mine.
All your eyes held was darkness.
You were never truthful with me. You told me that
I was the only one…that you loved me and would forever more. But it was all
a lie. All you were is lies.
I was simply a trophy for you to flaunt. And you
enjoyed it, didn’t you? You enjoyed watching as eyes lit up along that red
carpet when they saw you with me. You were the centre of attention. The piecé
de rèsistance. You lapped up the attention, leaving me as the faithful, yet
naïve escort standing in the background. I don’t know why I didn’t see it
at the time. I guess I was just blinded by my love for you. I can’t believe
I was so stupid as to suppose you actually loved me back. You were a deceitful
and cunning being. You lied to me…
It took me so long to finally see it when the guys
were telling me all along. I guess this teaches me to listen to my best
friends and not a girl. There’s that old saying: Girlfriends come and go,
but best friends are forever. I like that saying. It holds true.
I remember the night you told me good bye. I was
at a show and when I returned to my hotel room at one am, there, lying upon my
pillow was a note. It said that you’d gone and that you weren’t coming
back. It said that you’d never loved me and that our whole relationship was
just a sham so you could achieve status in the celebrity world. It said that
you’d laughed at my naïveté behind my back with your friends. Your friends
who commended you upon snaring a member of one of the most popular groups
around. “Think of the presents! Think of the clothes!” they said.
Whatever happened to think of the love?
You used me…you hurt me. Tell me, why isn’t
there a remedy for a broken heart?
Truthfully,
The man you left behind.
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