Resentment and bitterness. The first feelings that come to mind every time I think of you. I'm bitter inside out.
You're an asshole. You didn't treat me right, but you didn't have to treat me wrong, either.
You were correct all those years ago. You lack what it takes to hold on to something good. Someone good.
I hate you. I think I can admit it now. I hate you for what I have become. I hope that someday you will realise what you've done. How deep you cut me. I hope you understand the sense of betrayal that refuses to leave my side, the pain that pushes harder into my innards when you don't seem to care. Actually, strike that. You don't care. You have new people in your life for that.
So many years. So many. And all that came out of that closeness is our desire to be strangers to each other.
You're an asshole. You didn't treat me right, but you didn't have to treat me wrong, either.
You were correct all those years ago. You lack what it takes to hold on to something good. Someone good.
I hate you. I think I can admit it now. I hate you for what I have become. I hope that someday you will realise what you've done. How deep you cut me. I hope you understand the sense of betrayal that refuses to leave my side, the pain that pushes harder into my innards when you don't seem to care. Actually, strike that. You don't care. You have new people in your life for that.
So many years. So many. And all that came out of that closeness is our desire to be strangers to each other.
