Mad and Disappointed

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 I’m not mad I’m just disappointed.

thats letting you off too easy.

I am disappointed, yes.

But the anger I have for you because you put me in this mess.

You made me believe in happiness 

Running off to another country together 

Going on road trips or trips over seas

We both wanted to travel 

Do you remember those talks?

Talking on the phone for hours about anything we want

I can’t believe I lost so much sleep over you

Talking on the phone until 5am

Telling me how you loved me and when you should buy the ring

The only way you could like me was when you were drinking

I should of noticed that sooner but I just loved how much we talked

I do believe you loved me. 

I don’t think that was a lie.

The problem was I wasn’t the dream girl type.

So yes I am disappointed 

I didn’t think I would get played

But I am more angry about the disrespect that you gave.

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