Twisted.

You tell me one thing, do the other. How am I supposed to feel? I am sick of twisted stories and not the truth. I have been waiting for a year. I am sick of this. I need you, I have made you a part of me, a huge part in fact. I have gotten over this before, and I can do it again. But this time is supposed to be different. Can this please be different? I am just so mixed up, and insecure because you made me this way. 

Your better than this.