Exes Are Exes For A Reason By Joe Hakim

And then you say: 'We can still be mates.' But it's too late for that, because now I look like the world's biggest twat. Should have never gone back, I'd got things on track but now it's all derailed - you were the obstruction on the line I failed to see in time. The fault is mine, but I want to pass the blame; you were playing a game with me, offered me a glimpse of how things used to be, the comfort of familiarity, that I couldn't see beyond - I bought it all and I was conned. I try to respond with dignity to a situation that completely crushes me flushes me down the toilet, not content with the memories, we spoil it by believing there was a chance to rekindle a romance that was shot in the head, left for dead. There are instincts I should have listened to, I tried, but couldn't stop missing you, and now we're in this state, and it's too late, and then you say: 'We can still be mates.'

Copyright © Joe Hakim 2009

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