I knew you were no good for me.
To tell you the truth, maybe I knew that for quite some time, but never wanted to admit it. After that one tragedy that happened to me, you showed your true colors. The one time where I needed you the most, you weren’t there emotionally. Instead, you spilled nasty words raising your voice at me, scaring me with your hate.
I was never the same after what happened to me, and you just iced the cake.
I hope you are proud of yourself. Showing your manliness, but really you’re still just a boy.
A boy who never admits that they are wrong, a boy who thinks he knows everything when in reality you don’t know anything at all. A boy who thinks he can manipulate every woman he dates, but sorry I’m done playing your game.
The stories you have told me about your ex-girlfriends and how every single one of them was always in the wrong. It makes me think that maybe you were the one to blame. Maybe they didn’t do anything at all, you just switched the story so it makes you look like prince charming.
Well congratulations, it did work.
