Off.
“Hey. You’re kinda cute.”
“I’m not, but thanks.”
“So you want to get together?”
“Bit forward.”
“If you’re not interested then I’ll go.”
“I never said I wasn’t interested.”
On.
“You’re too old for me.”
“I love you.”
“I love you too”
Off.
Thank god.
On.
“I can’t do this”
Off.
“Please?”
On.
“I love you.”
Off.
“Please just leave me alone.”
On.
“No.”
Off.
“Come back. You need me. You’re nothing
without me.”
On.
Will this ever end?
Off.
Oh thank god.
“No. No! Wait!”
On.
Trapped. Manipulated. Lies.
Deceit. Anger.
“I love you.”
“I hate you.”
Off.
Wait. What? You ended it? Over text? When you were
high?
“Good morning beautiful”
“Are you kidding me?”
“What’s wrong?”
“You dumped me, last night, when you were high”
“I don’t remember. Can we go back to
normal?”
“No.”
“But I don’t remember, it doesn’t count.”
“It counts. It just shows as soon as you lose your
inhibitions you break this up.”
“I love you”
“No.”
“I love you”
“Stop lying”
“I’m not”
As if I didn’t have
enough hate already. I was
already scared of trusting people. Off.
Well, that’s just what you assumed because I didn’t trust you. Thank you.
For hurting me. Breaking me. Finding me on the edge and pushing me over. Thank
you. Stumping my growth. Off.
Leaving me to rot.
“The devils got a
hold” has he? Have a little fucking faith. Or just fuck her. Bring her to our
church. Have satanic kisses pinned against the building that teaches it’s
wrong. My happy place. Why are you doing this? You still think I want you? I
want you to get hit by a train. I’m a
puppet in your show. I’m a rook on your board. Off. I’m a chance card gone wrong?
I am your pain and
your death. I am your light and your shimmer of hope. You love me. I don’t want
you. You’ll get stopped. One day. All this will end. Off. When they find out.
I’m manipulative?
It’s a defence mechanism. I’m mature for my age? I know right and that you’re
not. I was 12 when you entered my life and tore it to pieces. Off. If I love you, it’s only because you brainwashed me and raped my childhood.
