I am mad at you For loving me so dearly For allowing me to leave the way I left For travelling a week later and not fulfilling your promise of seeing me For not wanting to see me, thinking I didn't want to, you stupid fool For coming back and not getting me back a nice little gift, something of you that would actually stay For calling me on my birthday, talking to me in such a fake ease, convincing yourself that we are okay But actually, we weren't talking to each other I am mad at you for being ******* me even when I left I am mad at you, because you don't break for the ones you love Because you are one immense coward, running back to the arms that have been taking you back all these years after each one of your mistakes Because you knew, with me, you had everything to lose I am mad at you because if I decide to tell you all of this today, you wouldn't listen, you wouldn't understand I am mad at you, for allowing me in, when my face should have been away from your fading memories of me