Who was he to you? The one with the track jacket and Iphone 6s. The one you swore was a step above me while we were dating and the one you swore wasn’t a problem while we were together.
Why did you leave me when my mind was on the verge of self-destruction? I always gave you the closeness you needed when you were on the edge of oblivion, couldn’t your selfish *** have backed me when I needed it most?
If what we had wasn’t love, what was it? There’s no way to tell you how much I feel you were a waste of time. The image of your body under mine sends a chill of intimacy imitation to my brain that is promptly shot down like black kids on white streets.
When the dumpster in you begins to realize how much trash it literally contains, will you please lose my number? I lost everything because of a guy with a better body and a better phone. I can’t tell if you’re serious or not, but regardless, when things don’t go your way, don’t pick up the phone your parents bought and dial my digits. I’m going to show you just how many of the ***** I lost about your emotion.
Why did it take me so long to realize this? Day upon day, month upon month, I was lonely and you pat me on my shoulder to tell me I’m being a drama queen. I forgot my emotion and am publicly blank, so I hope you got your “tall dark and handsome” boyfriend that you always wanted.