I remembered the day I cried as I wrote. Good will, and love.
I left the last pieces of what would have been my love for you on those pages.
To have been replaced with simple friendship.

The night I sealed the letter I heard from a friend
All the horrendous, hurtful things you’ve said.
The misguided pain and the refusal to understand.
But I get it. You always were selfish about your feelings.

The day you gave the letter back I remembered
How you scorned your best friend for looking out for me
How you told me I could control my feelings
And that I should have given up my happiness for you.

How many times have I done exactly that?

You tell me I can tell you anything and yet you tell me to begone when I try

I look back at every single girl you’ve ever called a ***** because she rejected you, or that she wouldn’t let you **** her.

I really didn’t know you. And I ignored the signs.

And it took me so many drinks and so many cuts to realise.... But now I see you never loved me.

I was a toy to you. A prize. I was there to help you fluff your feather pillows and I was an *** you could grab at any time.

If you loved me, you would have understood.

I lost my self worth to you and you were selfish enough to never give it back. Humiliated and destroyed. Alone and afraid.

Didn’t you say you wanted me to feel the same pain you did? Maim me and destroy what you once held so dearly? If you knew me at all. You would know I already did. But you were too selfish to care.

Congratulations.

I hope you’re proud of your victory.

Go and tell your friends about this now.