But there was no blood, and that was so long ago, and he was a prick.
You say “ride or die” but what are you doing to deserve love like that?
Drained, I gave it all. Selfish, you took it all but wound up with nothing.
I love watching you pretend to be a nice guy. You’re a fucking waste.
Maybe I loved you because you were shitty and it’d end anyway.
He had everything to give and you got nothing. Just remember that.
Your fake afflictions: I met them with kindness and left with emptiness.
Empty and full of words, lies are funny like that. But then so are you.
The dead air lifted. I breathed in – this time freely, the scent of cologne.
I wondered, were you scared? and where you went. It never occurred what your silence meant. That what I was offering was no longer free, and so you were no longer wondering about me.