I want to hate you, for destroying my life hurting me on the inside, and sometimes outside. For making someone I care about sick, giving her an illness that will haunt her the rest of her life. All due to the fact that you don’t know how to respect women. I can’t hate you though, only for the reason that you brought me and her closer together giving us a bond no one else will ever have. I only have five words for you, “I hope you suffer forever”. Slapping you across the face etching those words into your skin never fading showing the world who you really are. Late at night when you’re holding her in your arms do you think of the two of us? The two girls you left scarred both emotionally one physically. Do you think of the three words you left me with after three years of being together, “I’m gone, bye”? You slip my mind until I say things like “bad news bear” or “sorry not sorry”. Your four year old vocabulary stuck in my mind making me someone I don’t want to be. Illiterate, ignorant, immature, and you. If I could I would blow up the necklace you gave me, rip up the card watching it burn. I already got rid of those, putting them in a box with a stamp sending them back to you with a note saying, “I don’t want to remember you”. Yet those pictures I took when we were video chatting while you were in another girls bed are still on my phone. I want you gone, not just physically or emotionally but also mentally. I want someone to fry my brain so the last three years are all just a big blur. I remember it perfectly the day we first talked I messaged you on facebook apologizing for your girlfriend breaking up with you. We talked on the phone from noon to nine, you cried over her. That wasn’t the only time you cried over another girl to me. We were dating for 2 months you called me crying missing the same girl saying you love her, miss her wanting her back. I put the phone down doing what you normally do, I played a little xbox. Pretending every alien I killed was you, that’s all I wanted to do, go to your house and **** you. Making it so I never had to hear my boyfriend cry over another girl unless it was his mother. Excuse me for not wanting to be your best friend, excuse me for wanting to hate you, excuse me for wanting to **** you. I would have whispered you stardust, if only you had given me the chance.