She punched him square in the jaw,
Her ring cracking one of his teeth.
She spat on him as he hit the ground.
It was toxic, but it sent her into a rage
She thought at the very least of him being such a **** bag
That maybe he'd be a little better than THIS.
Dating the girl who he went on his first date with
Exactly a week and one day after he very literally dumped her
On her best friends porch.
And yeah,
She's happy now.
But she thought maybe he was better than this.
Maybe he was a better person,
Somewhere maybe deep inside he was still the same better person
And the hope of a friendship one day in the far off future
Would still be there
But no.
So she kicks him while he's down,
And cracks her knuckles on her right hand with an upper cut as he struggles to get back up.
"Vapid *****."
She growls as she knees him one more time,
And walks away.
His new flame looks offended.
She shrugs and warns:
"Oh honey, not you. Him. You'll see."
Before dusting off her dress,
Slipping her heels back on,
And walking back into the light
Where better things await.
I love liars.
And by love, I mean I want to beat their heads in, but not literally. I'm just angry.
Okay, it's been three minutes. I'll be entirely calm in two.
