The facade you put on for so long was truly incredible. I wish you’d just stayed in character, that guy was so much better than you.
But your true colors were bound to show themselves sooner or later, and when they did…wow. Just wow. It turns out you were ugly and twisted. You’d been playing games the whole damn time.
It’s actually impressive that you can make a person feel so meaningless and small; I hope that you’re proud of yourself.
You turned me into one big ball of insecurities; I was convinced that I was too needy or clingy when, in reality, I was just in love with you.
All I wanted was consistency; for you to be my safe place, the rock you promised you’d always be for me.
I needed you to show me you cared as much as you claimed to, to put effort into the relationship, and to make me a priority like I always made you.
After everything we’d been through, you still decided to fuck me over worse than any other guy ever has. You went out of your way to tear me apart and leave me in pieces on the floor with no one to pick me back up.
I felt weak. I felt crazy. I felt like an idiot for believing in you for so long.
Thanks for wasting my time, you ass hat. I should’ve trusted everyone who told me not to get involved with a fuckboy like yourself; too bad I have a big heart and try to see the best in every person.
You may think you broke me, that I lost myself entirely when you ended things, but the truth is, I’m even better without you. I don’t need you and I never did. No one needs to carry around such a negative weight.
I deserve honesty and loyalty, genuine words instead of the bullshit you fed me. I need someone who will return my love and fight for our relationship, even when things get tough.
Those are the things I’ll be focusing on while you live out the rest of your life as the heartless coward that you are.
