Sometimes the shadow of you still lingers
in the books you once recommend,
among the verses of the bands you mentioned.
You ruined the experience of certain videogames too; the one where you spoilered
a certain character death in Assassin's Creed II;
said Silent Hill was silly for foreshadowing monsters with the soundtrack to creep out a spook,
shit-talked Alan Wake for using a flashlight to eliminate the enemies;
but forgot to mention that you were a monster too.
Yeah, you liked to portrait my favorite games as silly and aloof,
what were you so insecure about?
I remember how you pushed me to touch you,
in this tent when we went out with our class back then.
Didn't accept me feeling scared and not wanting to.
You didn't accept my boundaries then and demanded other atrocities as well.
Where you never ashamed?
You contacted me ten years later, while I was playing Kingdom Hearts with a friend.
Had the worst panic attack but that didn't interest you the slightest, am I right?
When I found out your twitter and how you whined about still being a virgin,
have you forgotten to mention what you did to me back then?
I guess that would be too inconvenient.
Bitching about having anxiety and depression,
you put me through hell and you dare to speak of mental health?
You are still disrespecting women like this pathetic Incel
you still are.
And guess what? I still read Eragon and play Dark Souls and Halo and Skyrim without you butting in.
I won't let you ruin the fun I made for me.
Goodbye then.
Goodbye for real.
© fey (18/04/25)