SHE. That’s how I refer to her when I talk to you. Because it hurts to see you happy with someone else. I see pictures of the two of you and it Kills me. I want nothing more than to be yours again.. and then I remember how you treated me. Every time you made me feel worthless and unwanted. Every time you spat my name as though it were some foul substance that your body was rejecting. I was never a part of ‘us’ because you were with me out of pity. So Why do I still speak to you? I think part of me hopes that one day I’ll ask how you’ve been and You’ll say you’re miserable because she finally realized She was too good for someone like you and left. I still tell people that you were a good person who Just made a stupid mistake, But It’s a lie. You’re shit. I hope you get what you deserve. I hope she tears your heart out and fucking eats it. But she won’t. Because She’s too nice. She’s too pure. She’s an Angel and you’re Satan’s less attractive brother. Don’t hurt her the way you hurt me. She deserves so much more than you will ever be able to give her.
Burn in hell, you horrible fucking mess.