dexposed

We all sure do have a boogie man in our closet. And it sure is scary sometimes.

The only thing ruining those moments were you, even if they sure were about you.

One day you find yourself wondering about that all those moments that passed, they've always been about you. All you ever wanted to see in the other persons eyes were him loving you as much as you adore yourself. You wanted to see yourself in his puppyeyes. See. All about you. Not him. He was just another accessory to your stupid little game called love. When was it really about him?

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