(Pt 1.)
I know you don't want to hear this but your immediate dismissal of invitation was not my fault.

I didn't put those words in your mouth and I'd appreciate it if you didn't try to put them in mine.

I'd also like it if we could just get along or maybe separate as I'm still not certain I'm making the right decision

I wish that you could make up your mind about whether to **** or fight. I don't find this outfitting very suiting on you

And why is it that it always needs to boil down to this? It's like your default is bickering or blame and I'm sick of it.

When will you understand that your driving a permanent wedge between us with your rudeness?

That's what it is too. Plain bold faced child-like rudeness.


It's poison.


(Pt 2.)
This stake will be the one that kills us now.

Fixated on our mutually assured destruction. This defecation impending will self-fulfil if it needs to.

I just hope you come out of this alive.
I don't mean to blame you either, it's my fault too.

But you gave up on me.
                        And for that I blame you.
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