It’s crazy how I have an allegiance towards you, as you claim you aren’t seeing anyone else, yet the texts on your phone tell me otherwise.
She’s a girl from the bar. And when I see her out, she’s sloshed; throwing herself and behaving provocatively with other men.
What a mess.. And you fuck with that.
How disgusting.
How trashy.
How unrefined.
How unrespectable of you to allow yourself to be one of those men.
Then you tell me it only happened once..
So the same day she woke up in your bed was the same day I opened up to you about my life and the hurt I endured. You told me how it pained you to see me somber.
I believed you.
I trusted you.
I asked you if you were seeing anyone else and you told me you had no time.
You gave me excuses, you told me lies. Why couldn’t you just be straight with me?
Ughhh…The anger I have toward you is incredible!
The bullshit you put me through; the back and forth, the hot and cold. And the way you got so pissed when another man flirtingly touched my hand and I simply didn’t move it.
It’s unbelievable how you place that double standard upon me.
And you wonder why I talk so much shit to you.
It’s because I want you to feel the pain I felt.
But that’s something you will never be able to grasp.
