Some words for my ex.
Heya.
It has been a while, hn?
I don't hope you're doing well. I don't care how you're doing. Actually, I hope there is a small part of you who feels bad about what happened.
Yeah, what happened.
....
What happened, exactly?
Because more than a year later, you still haven't told me. You still haven't told me that you don't want to see me anymore. That there was something wrong. That you're leaving me.
Instead, you just disappeared. And treated me like a piece of garbage. I don't know what I did to you for you to treat me so badly, so meanly, but it must have been very bad. I'm not gonna say I'm sorry, because I can't see anything that justified you treating me like you did.
I didn't deserve it.
Anyway.
I just wanted to let you know that you broke me. In thousand pieces. I still haven't figured out how to bring them all together.
Not that we had the longest relationship. Not that it was the deepest. But it was honest. From my side, at least.
I have a really hard time to open up to people, and to trust them, as far as romantic feelings are concerned. It's hard for me to let people in. In my life. In my heart. In my thoughts. In me. And I let you in after a while, because I trusted you. Because I felt so damn good with you. You made feel like I was the only one.
And you broke it. You broke me.
Fuck.
I would like to have someone else in my life now. Not that I can't because I'm still in love with you. No. I can't because I'm scared the next one who will be patient and determined enough to be with me will do the same. Yeah, I'm scared.
Don't worry, I haven't told anyone how a fucking asshole you are. I'm not like that. And I haven't told anyone how deep the wounds are. When they ask, I just say that I'm fine. Why am I not seeing anyone? Oh well, you know, I focus on other things and all the nice guys are already taken anyway!
Yeah, right. That's bullshit.
I don't see anyone because I push everyone away. I don't want to see anyone, because he might be another you. Another jerk who just pretends. Another jerk who is waiting for me to have feelings to treat me like a piece of trash. And to break me even more.
No, thanks.
So yeah, thanks for fucking me up. And for making sure that I'll stay alone.
Really, I don't hope you're doing well. Because you don't deserve it.
Your mom must be so fucking damn prouf of you, hn?
It has been a while, hn?
I don't hope you're doing well. I don't care how you're doing. Actually, I hope there is a small part of you who feels bad about what happened.
Yeah, what happened.
....
What happened, exactly?
Because more than a year later, you still haven't told me. You still haven't told me that you don't want to see me anymore. That there was something wrong. That you're leaving me.
Instead, you just disappeared. And treated me like a piece of garbage. I don't know what I did to you for you to treat me so badly, so meanly, but it must have been very bad. I'm not gonna say I'm sorry, because I can't see anything that justified you treating me like you did.
I didn't deserve it.
Anyway.
I just wanted to let you know that you broke me. In thousand pieces. I still haven't figured out how to bring them all together.
Not that we had the longest relationship. Not that it was the deepest. But it was honest. From my side, at least.
I have a really hard time to open up to people, and to trust them, as far as romantic feelings are concerned. It's hard for me to let people in. In my life. In my heart. In my thoughts. In me. And I let you in after a while, because I trusted you. Because I felt so damn good with you. You made feel like I was the only one.
And you broke it. You broke me.
Fuck.
I would like to have someone else in my life now. Not that I can't because I'm still in love with you. No. I can't because I'm scared the next one who will be patient and determined enough to be with me will do the same. Yeah, I'm scared.
Don't worry, I haven't told anyone how a fucking asshole you are. I'm not like that. And I haven't told anyone how deep the wounds are. When they ask, I just say that I'm fine. Why am I not seeing anyone? Oh well, you know, I focus on other things and all the nice guys are already taken anyway!
Yeah, right. That's bullshit.
I don't see anyone because I push everyone away. I don't want to see anyone, because he might be another you. Another jerk who just pretends. Another jerk who is waiting for me to have feelings to treat me like a piece of trash. And to break me even more.
No, thanks.
So yeah, thanks for fucking me up. And for making sure that I'll stay alone.
Really, I don't hope you're doing well. Because you don't deserve it.
Your mom must be so fucking damn prouf of you, hn?
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