It’s Too Late

You’re a day late and a dollar short.

Seriously? Fucking really?

I’m so sick of having to deal with all of your bullshit. Grow a pair and grow up.

You do realize that all of this is really your fault, right?

If I remember correctly it was you who broke things off without the slightest hint of an explanation. It was you who refused to speak to me for three months. Because it sure as hell wasn’t me.

But then you decided we could be friends again. And I was fine with that.

Now you love me?

I don’t believe that for one second.

You’re desperate and a fool.

Do I really look like I want to go through all of that bullshit again?

Also, the world does not revolve around you. I know your ego is large enough to have a gravitational pull, but please. It’s always been about you. Always. How you feel, what you think, your stupid opinions that you shove down my throat, whats going on in your life, you.

I honestly don’t see how you looked past yourself to truly get to know me enough to love me. Actually, you don’t know me at all. You don’t know what I dream about, what I love, what moves me, what I’m about. You don’t understand me, you aren’t even on my same intelligence level.

The more I think about it, the more pissed I become. How dare you throw love around, and lie to me. How dare you think you know me; I never let you in. You’re insulting my intelligence.

Go tell every one I broke your heart. Go cry yourself to sleep and wish I was there to be with you.

I hope you miss me so much it hurts. I hope you can feel my hand in yours, remember how I smell. I hope my laugh rings in your ears. I hope you remember every line you fed me.

You say you pushed me away because you were scared of getting hurt. You made it seem to be this epic battle of wills, that I was desperate for you to be with me and I never wanted you to go.

What lies.

You let go of my hand and I was gone. I slipped away without a tear or a struggle.

I know this may be tough for you to hear, because you love me so much, but I’ve got to be honest.

 

You really never meant all that much to me. You were just a place holder, a life to fill the void.

A rebound, if you will.

 

So, don’t be angry with me for speaking my mind.

I’m not the one lying here.