Dear ****
**** you.
**** you for being prefect for him.
**** you for being all around perfect.
**** you for being everything I wish I was.
Talented.
Pretty.
Loved.
**** you.
**** you for playing with his heart.
Only to stomp on it.
Over.
And over again.
**** you for leaving him a broken mess.
Then coming back.
Only to break him once more.
**** you for fooling him.
For hurting him.
**** you for taking away my sanity,
My salvation,
My peace of mind.
**** you for rubbing it all in my face.
**** you.
I loathe you.
Jan 7, 2014
Jan 7, 2014 at 12:26 AM UTC
Dear ****
**** you.
**** you for being prefect for him.
**** you for being all around perfect.
**** you for being everything I wish I was.
Talented.
Pretty.
Loved.
**** you.
**** you for playing with his heart.
Only to stomp on it.
Over.
And over again.
**** you for leaving him a broken mess.
Then coming back.
Only to break him once more.
**** you for fooling him.
For hurting him.
**** you for taking away my sanity,
My salvation,
My peace of mind.
**** you for rubbing it all in my face.
**** you.
I loathe you.
To the girl who made my Junior and Senior year a cluster **** of emotions, for a man who would never be able to move on.
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