Those were the last words he spoke. I was promised a fresh start. A new life with a happy future. br That morning I packed up my things. I made a list of everything I needed to do before we left. br When we spoke that morning, he loved me and was certain about spending our Live's together. br That afternoon things were not the same. br He said I was evil. I was not for him. I was just 'Better Off' alone. br Well...... br I AM br I told him I had no money just to see if he still loved me. He said he did. br After I got on my ZX-10R and rode like it was my last I started to ache. br I paid my bike off the next day. I wrote a few poems br It still hurts, but in a different way. br I hurt because I allowed another to play with my heart and scramble my mind. br I have earned the bikes, the rotty's, the money in the bank br I DID THIS br No one just gave me all I ever wanted. I went out and did it myself br I'm still confused, and still kicking my own butt every second br I will be 'BETTER OFF' br He will be. br I don't even care.