It’s been 10 months.
For you, it’s been a long time, I surely have gotten over you.
For me, I have been suffering for that amount of time.
You’re told to stay away from me. Instead you were more in
my face than ever before.
Daily texts, long phone calls before sleeping, breakfasts,
coffee breaks, ice cream rendezvous.
I am to take as much blame, I have to admit. It only takes a
moment of weakness to succumb into the temptation of being in your company
again.
Kisses on the forehead.
Light up your night with my smile.
Wishing I was there with you.
But you are just fucking playing with me. Over and over
again.
How do you not realise that this is inappropriate?
How do you not know that this hurts me?
Why do you keep hurting me when you say you only want me to
be happy?
Cutting you off and not cutting you off both pains me.
Either way, I am miserable.
No single human being has made me cry as much as you have.
You are a bad person. You hear me loud and clear.
You can go and run into the arms of the love of your life.
But, I am left with myself to deal with.
Enough is enough.
You have caused me more pain and misery than you ever gave
me happiness.
Think we are finally through.
