How can you ask so much and produce so little. Why is it always someone else’s fault? The punishment must fit the crime. You ignore me and treat me like ****, But tell me I’m treated like a princess. How does that work? You act like I’m 5 and give me orders You tell me you’re not controlling but then tell me things that ‘have’ to change You haven’t even taken me out on a single date. We never go anywhere together. Am I a secret or a joke to you? The one in my life that I love more than anything you call silly names. Her name is Kaiah, not Kaia-burger. We don’t spend time together anymore. Do you even want me? I come on to you and you turn me away. Do I disgust you? You’re always late. Over an hour late. Never on time. Never. Is it too much to ask. Is it hard to tell me I look nice today? When I spent hours getting ready for you and u don’t even acknowledge it.
One request. Just one. Come talk to me now. And you complain about that too. I have done nothing wrong. I have done everything in my power to rebuild your trust. What were your demands? To delete facebook. Not going to happen. And what else? Nothing. You’re willing to throw me away because of facebook? Then you are stupid. You won’t even come by. 15 minutes left in your 30 minute window of a chance at my heart. Or 15 minutes left till I kick you out of my life. And you want to argue through texts saying I am making you my *****. If you cared you wouldn’t think that. If you cared you would be here to talk things over and salvage our possible relationship. But still as time passes you don’t show up. And I get more and more ******. I begin to attain a deeper hatred for you with each passing minute. If I was in your position I would have been here asap. But it’s not me making the decision right now. If you don’t show up I’m done. My heart is not a toy. Yes I have wronged you before. 2 months ago I left you hanging. I have, in my opinion made up for it. So if everything I have done is not enough then it’s your loss. Once I kick you out of my heart there is no getting back in. I will only be heartbroken once. And with one text you tell me you are headed to another city to pick up your brother. It was never really about me making you my *****. It was about you not being able to come so u wanted me to fold first. So it ends with a text. I finally settle with a single response. ‘I have nothing to say.’ No response.