MrsAbbey: Have you ever loved the wrong person like i did ? huh ~

Each time i loved the wrong person , it was like a labor of self mutilation . It was as if i were slitting my own wrists with those stagnated words . Each half warm hug I received from him , felt like a slave masters whip across my back . Each cold kiss callously placed upon my lips like some monotonous routine , landed like a spiked slap across the face . Each forced conversation over dinner , had the romanticism of a death row inmates last supper . Each blank stare that existed when our eyes met , felt like a hunters gaze as he eyed his prey moments before pulling the trigger . Each time I held his hand as we strolled through the city streets , i felt the weight of invisible handcuffs cutting off my circulation until i became numb . Each goodbye was his victory dance , but for me it was my one word obituary . Each time I foolishly gave him my love in vane vain , I made myself more ugly . Each time i loved the wrong person , it was like a labor of self mutilation .