I'm beginning to
hate your guts
And how you've
decided to
abandon me
For many lips
And many *****
To test, and taste
new hues of
*****.
I know this poem offended you when I put it up the first time. I believed you when you said it wasn't for these reasons, and I still do. but I have to admit that, in light of what you actually did, this is part of my vindictiveness towards it spiking outwards. you did what you did, and I will continue to tell people the truth of the matter. I will not gather forces against you.. I will not organize 'unfriendings' or try to force the morals of the occurrence down anyones throat.
But whoever asks why we didn't last will get the honest answer. They will get the other factors.. the fights, the lack of compromise, the different points in life.. but they will also hear about what you did and how it prevented us from moving past it. How it added that last toxic dose to what we had.
Whatever impression they get about you from the truth is your fault, and your fault only.
Goodbye, Amanda.
Perhaps, in a month, we'll make amends.