You would tell me how I was your baby, your princess and how much you loved me.
I fell for it.
Shortly after we started dated, you told me you were coming up to see me. Something got in the way,
Life happens, it probably was one time thing, it won't happen again.
Guess what? It did.
It started to happen again, and again, with months passing without seeing you.
I believe I lost count how many times you were supposed to come up.
You were supposed to come up for my birthday, you promised me. Guess who didn't show up?
You.
I was crushed, promises that you made were being broken.
It was excuse after excuse, and frankly I don't think I can handle it anymore.
You say all the right things that keep me close, making up for the failed attempts of seeing me, but your actions don't back it up.
Actions speak louder than words, and it's starting to become clear to me that maybe your words don't mean anything anymore.
