There's a word i never use, but you make me want to change my mind.
i wouldnt say i'm pouting. pouting would denote that there is something you could do to make me feel better. but there probably isnt. your silence has spoken volumes about the kind of person you are. so all that's really left for me to feel is hate and anger.
you not only took my poetry, you re-worded it and sent it to another guy. and when i confronted you about it, you couldnt even bother to apologize. (what's REALLY funny is i think i remember the day you copied it down, the day you left me for the guy you cheated on more times than i can even count, with yours truly)
you dragged me half a country away, away from the bed i had just bought, away from the friends i had made, and the job i really cared about. unfortunately, it's not the first time you'd done it, so i guess that makes it my fault.
but the fact that you claim 0% responsibility for your actions combined with the ease in which you've completely washed your hands of the situation hurts in ways that you will never understand.
maybe "for better or worse" means too much to me. it sure as hell doesnt mean anything to you.
you have two options, the way i see it.
either one day someone will make you feel the way you've made me feel
or you will die alone.
while i wish it was the former, i kind of doubt it. you'd have to care about someone other than yourself for that to happen (and dont even think of your daughter. if you cared about her more than yourself you never wouldve left her.)
that leaves "dying alone". and it's slowly but surely happening. small wonder anyone who's actually been close to you for more than a couple years eventually stops talking to you altogether. until recently, i thought i was the only one who wouldnt. i'd like to think this fact will hit close to home, but again, i place more faith in your selfishness than in your ability to face reality.
you not only took my poetry, you re-worded it and sent it to another guy. and when i confronted you about it, you couldnt even bother to apologize. (what's REALLY funny is i think i remember the day you copied it down, the day you left me for the guy you cheated on more times than i can even count, with yours truly)
you dragged me half a country away, away from the bed i had just bought, away from the friends i had made, and the job i really cared about. unfortunately, it's not the first time you'd done it, so i guess that makes it my fault.
but the fact that you claim 0% responsibility for your actions combined with the ease in which you've completely washed your hands of the situation hurts in ways that you will never understand.
maybe "for better or worse" means too much to me. it sure as hell doesnt mean anything to you.
you have two options, the way i see it.
either one day someone will make you feel the way you've made me feel
or you will die alone.
while i wish it was the former, i kind of doubt it. you'd have to care about someone other than yourself for that to happen (and dont even think of your daughter. if you cared about her more than yourself you never wouldve left her.)
that leaves "dying alone". and it's slowly but surely happening. small wonder anyone who's actually been close to you for more than a couple years eventually stops talking to you altogether. until recently, i thought i was the only one who wouldnt. i'd like to think this fact will hit close to home, but again, i place more faith in your selfishness than in your ability to face reality.