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Enough

I hope you got enough.

When I submitted my fragile heart to you...again...and you trampled over it...again....

I hope you got enough.

When you got my hopes up...again...that you might actually be worth the time it took to say your name...again...

I hope you got enough.

When you were deep inside me...exciting my body and touching my soul the way only you can because of the love we've shared before...

I hope you got enough.

When you treated me like a friend, or at least someone you liked...again...

I hope you got enough.

Because I did. I got enough.

I got enough pain, heartache, and tears to last me a lifetime. And for the first time in a long time, I'm putting the broken pieces of my heart together with something other than your lies and promises that never seem to come true.

I got enough.

I've reached my limit of excusing your behavior...of blaming myself for your actions. It's not my fault that our relationship -- the one you love to refer to -- is broken. You walked away. You broke this. Not me. And I'm tired to trying to figure out what I could've done to keep you here.

At the end of the day, I couldn't keep you anymore than I could keep the cool ocean breeze.

And I got enough of killing my soul for stolen moments with you that left me even more broken and confused than ever.

I got enough. And I hope you did, too.

Because this thing...this sick and twisted situation we've been participating in...is over.

Because I got enough.

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