Dear You.
I really hope that this is my very last blog about you.
Ready?
Disappear.
Dissaperate.
Cease to exist, please.
The dumbest thing is how you're my biggest regret.
2 and a half years? Does not amount up to you.
Are you proud of yourself?
In four months you accomplished a lot.
1. Feed me the longest string of lies I've ever received.
2. Get what you wanted even whilst telling me that that's not what you wanted.
3. Making me delete my tumblr. (I'll never delete this. It's anonymous, and basically 2 people read it. And they're my best friends.)
4. Taking all that I have. My pride, my desire for love, my innocence.
5. Becoming a complete DEJA VU NIGHTMARE.
You make me sick to my stomach.
You DEFINE sleazy.
And I'm not the only one who thinks so.
Oh, and don't say you're not a dick.
Because plenty of acquaintances of mine are like,
"Wow, he's a 24/7 dick to you now."
And I'm not lying.
So this time I will not be convinced that I am the one to blame here.
I won't take it anymore.
"You deserve so much better."
Well, "better", here I come.
Because I'm moving on completely.
And I guess we won't be friends.
I guess we never really were anyways.
I am going to be this girl and post this.
I doubt anyone is going to tell you to read this one.
But, in case they do, Hi.
Thank you SO MUCH for inspiring some of my most beautiful pissed off poetry.
You're just The Poet, right?
