You should know this by now.
I see all the negatives start piling up and fucking your life over.
You handled things poorly. You handled me poorly. You’ve hurt people over and over again. Despite your best intentions, you are horribly selfish.
This is what befalls upon you when you choose to be this way.
Despite all of what I should do or even my dignity, I try to preserve my karma.
Fate seems to be placing a new guy in front of me. I don’t even know what to make of it.
I want to find healing on my own. Not in the arms of another. I need to come out this, having won for me. This is about me. I must accept love gets lost. I need to let go. I need to find myself again amongst the rumble. No matter how long it takes.
What’s absurd is that everything you want is everything I tried to give you.
You say it wasn’t me.
Something doesn’t add up.
I just don’t care anymore. Because you didn’t think that I was worth it.
grows with every passing moment.
Look, he broke up with you because he is still in love with his ex-boyfriend and they are most likely getting back together.
You’re friends with both of them. You are angry at his ex because “he ruined everything” according to you. You act like you are in love with him. You dated for like two days.
None of your feelings even involve me. You’re the stupidest boy ever.
Fuck you.
I’m glad I am not in that love triangle and I’m smart enough not to care enough to make that a fucking square.
Love’s either a line segment or a circle.
There’s not an ounce of me that wants you any more. I am not over this yet. But I no longer want you. Not for a boyfriend. Not for life. Not even physically.
There are still the emotions. I’ll leave those for time
Every step you take, breaks another fragment of my heart. I don’t even think you are aware of it. Can I recover before there’s nothing left.
I want to feel less. I have never wished for freedom more than at this moment of time. You think that you had cut all the strings away. You’re no Atropus.
Every day is a painful reminder of how truly beautiful you are.
You used to never go out.
I could never get you to go anywhere.
Especially with me.
Now you go out all the time.
Your cruelty layers on worse than ice.
The more I watch you move on with such ease, the more I realize how little you care.
It hurts.
Nonetheless, if you care so little and are able to walk away from me, are you really worth it?
As much as you hurt me, watching you hurt is just as bad. All the wounds might as well renew themselves and re-hash their affliction.
I’m sorry you chose this and this is the way it ended.
I still love you.
