You stole my heart at a very young age. You were my first
boyfriend. You were my first kiss. You were my first love. We were great
together at first. You helped me raise my siblings, helped me through my
parents’ divorce & you were there every day just to see me. Here’s the
thing though when you left my house you turned in to a monster. You were
smoking a lot of pot and fooling around with God only knows how many girls. The
day I finally figured it out it was far too late. I was a freshman in high
school. You left my house because my grandma showed up and went and fucked her.
Because I wasn’t ready to have sex with you, I was only 14. You should have
known better. You should have kept it in your damn pants. Because then when my
best friends boyfriend had to tell me you cheated on me with her, that was a
low blow. Then yet again you lied straight to my face and said you weren’t
going to that stupid dance and you showed up with her. I am glad I have the
friends that I have because they were smart enough to know to make sure I
stayed at my house so that I didn’t total your car because of how pissed off I
was at you. They did let me punch you in the face which felt great. Then when we did get back together you had changed
for about a month, you had me wrapped around your finger again. Then you went
to jail and you came crawling back. I truly hope that now after your last stay
in jail you have finally pulled your head out of your ass. But I know you
haven’t. Now because of you I have to
pull myself together when I see you. I try not to break down when I smell you.
And when I hear your name my blood boils because of how pissed off I still am
and how you still hold a big part of my heart that I cannot seem to regain no
matter how hard I try.
Your Ex.
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