Hate

I am so scared. I think you might actually, really hate me now.

Stupid Me

How stupid could I be, thinking that staying at your place and sharing your bed every night after we’d broken up would win you back when you were ready?

Later In Life

Go ahead, marry him. It will just make your eventual midlife crisis affair with me all the spicier.

Hmmm....?

Just so I have this straight—you are never going to text, call, or love me back, are you?

On Losing Friends

WHAT I'M THINKING: Dear Lord, please don't go. I thought we were friends? I'm going to miss you so much.

WHAT I SAY: Whatever. Fuck it. I don't need you anyway.

Where Were You?

It's been so long that I don't even look down your street anymore.

Failure

I'm jealous of him.
He's got you right where he wants you.
I'm jealous of him.
Of him though, really?
I must sound so pathetic.
But I am.
The thoughts of you two together run rampant through my head all day.
I know you want him with the burning that you once wanted me for.
And I fucked up, did stupid things.
You no longer burn for me.
Just for him.
I can't compete.
I don't know why I try.
I've changed since my last mistake.
I've changed so much.
But that doesn't matter, it happened and it shouldn't have.
I let you down one time and it was the most important time.
I cheated.
AND I REGRET IT EVERYDAY.
There are only few things I want in this life.
You, for you to forgive me and for my best friend back.
Until the day I die, I won't have either.
And even when I die, I know I won't have one of them.
You.
This singe solitary person.
Why do we do the things we do?