I've decided to write out
my frustrations here.
Either way, I know she'll read them.
It's not about being jealous;
because even if it was about that,
I don't have enough incentive
to be in touch with that emotion.
And honestly, you asking me that hurt more
than anything you've ever done.
And that includes all of this mess.
It's about how you never listen.
It's about the fact that no matter how much
you say you love me,
you will never just trust
that I MIGHT know you're fucking up.
And it hurts that I put so much more
on our friendship than you did.
Who knew that this stringy-haired blonde
could ruin my life [again]?
I just wish you would consider MY feelings sometimes.
Maybe you could take the initiative
to not continue breaking my heart.
Because, believe it or not, you always do.
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Don't you dare show Jaymie this.
Or you can. I guess it doesn't matter much.
It's screwed up that it's ended like this.
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