I don’t like you.
I actually never did.
I somewhat got trapped in the illusion of you, what I thought you were, you could give me, you could make me feel.
I believed in your lies and I never questioned your intentions, to me you were always good.
Ridiculous.
My naive ideas about your love were just, hopeless.
Why are you still standing there?
Grab a freaking chair, this is our talk time.
The impossibility of seeing you for what you are caused me so much pain. You put me through some of the most horrendous nights of my life. Nights when I wanted to dissipate, set myself on fire and let my ashes just fly away.
Your impossibility of staying far from me for extended periods of time confused me. Why are you bouncing back and forth over and over towards me? Why?
My impossibility of drawing any sort of line, of crime scene tape around you; of stop enjoying your painful game; caused my fall.
Now I have nowhere to go, again.
Yes, I am listening. As always.
Go ahead.
You can laugh while my ears bleed to my death.