You're not sorry.
I couldn't figure out why for the longest time.
I didn't understand until now.
Until this empty moment were 2 and 2 start looking more like 4 than 83.
You're a sadist.
I completely forgot.
You told me once, maybe twice before.
But I didn't believe you.
You seemed too sweet, too gentle, too warm.
To the touch, at least.
But you were right.
You did this to me on purpose.
You are enjoying making me and watching me suffer.
It makes you feel important, like you've had an affect.
And I've been literally feeding it to you with a shovel.
I thought I was making you feel guilty, showing you what you have done to me.
But I was doing just the opposite.
By showing you my anguish, I only fueled your sick minipulative mind.
I am your puppet.
See me dance, cut my strings, watch me fall,
and laugh and laugh and laugh.