I'm not entirely mad at you,
and I'm not entirely disappointed in you.

I kind of expected this,
but I didn't know how it would feel.

All I know is that I'm not happy with you.

I know you want to apologize,
and that you already have,
but if there's anything I've learned from my emotional wreckage,
it's that saying sorry right after the fact,
is always insincere.

What's worse is that,
the next day after our fight,
I was ready to forgive and move on,
but every time I tried to get your attention,
you ignored me.
It was humiliating,
in a public place,
to be ignored.

I just sat quiet,
astonished by your behavior.
I should have be mad at you,
not the other way around.

Again, you apologized right after.
Your insincere words hurt me,
but I'm willing to look over that.

But now,
I want space.
Space and time to reconsider,
to evaluate.

You've hurt me,
other people around you,
and yourself.
Think about it the next time words come out of your mouth.
You know, if there is one.