part i. this was the first. i ached for you to grow a backbone as strong as the one you always pretended to have.
you crushed the positivity and optimism i falsely provided in hopes you would find it comfortable. it was never comfortable.
your mother peaked over you shoulder to ensure you left me.
you made me stop smoking but i never really did. it felt like a dream beneath parking lot lights as the smoke filled my lungs.
at least now i’m free. does this mean i can **** other people?
part ii. it was the summertime your breath was as hot as the pavement i willingly put my barefeet on to meet you by the curb
you were at the beach sober i was in my bed drunk.
you talked about faith and constant comparison of who you are and who you were nothing was good enough for you.
i had no intentions of hurting you letting you cry into the sand next to a person who didn’t even know my name but intentions aren’t always executed
i ripped your love from my chest and tossed it to the side.
part iii. it only took three months. if i had to prioritize the losses of that winter you are not ranked number one not even number two.
i did not cry for you it made me sick you made me sick.
i clang to a bottle of whiskey sulking in regret but not for you it was never for you.
i thought about your father the way he exuded disappointment the first time we met. it was almost a game to me.
i thought about your mother i imagine she cried and cried and cried reminding you of who you were to anchor you to the picturesque daughter she had always dreamed of.
i thought about your brother he was a joke to me. the stature of a man with the demeanor of a child.
we were never going to last forever not even in my best dreams.
part iv. this one was the worst. it hurt the most. i don’t think you cared.
why are you here
your main talent was making me feel unloved unimportant unwanted i don’t know why i stuck around
this one hurt the most. forced conversation reminded me we don’t have enough in common and you’re not that interesting.
i knew everything about you while you didn’t know me how was i the person you loved when you didn’t know me
why do you even want to stay just go home.
part v. this was the end. finally. i wanted to call you a liar and tell you i never really trusted you but i held it in
i don’t think i was in love with you not anymore not the way i used to be not the way i wanted to be not the way i pretended to be.
you always should have known i wouldn’t be the person you could live the rest of you life with you never stay with your first. i knew that in the beginning.
maybe we’ll get back together in the future or maybe i’ll never hear from you again.