You’ll probably never know how I feel because I’ve never told you outright.
Thank you for letting me experience what love is like.
It’s something I want to share with someone who shares theirs with me.
Because you’re building a life with someone who doesn’t even see you in their future.
You were full of promise, excuses, and ultimately, disappointment.
I guess I just love being treated like shit.
Am I, as my boys so gracefully say it, a pussy?
I thought you were different. My bad.
I want this to be the last thing I ever write about you because you were always wrong for me.
Am I really asking for it?