Please don’t feed me lines about some idealistic future

Your heart won’t heal right if you keep tearing out the sutures

 

So a week ago I sent him an email with Bowling for Soup lyrics (It’s too bad and it’s too late/You were such a big mistake/Please don’t call me anymore/…I used to miss you) and haven’t spoken to him since. I thought I’d have to run to get away, but it turns out we’d already drifted farther away than I could ever run.

 

“I wish I could have known you back before you were the cynical bitch you are now.”

“You wouldn’t’ve liked me. I was damn annoying.”

But then I remember a beautiful lady who –did- like me. Liked me a fuck of a lot. And I can see her sitting with me in that hellhole apartment where I was slowly drained of my sanity and sunny disposition. And I hear her asking, “What happened to you?”. And I want to cry.

 

I’m not going to name names. This isn’t about calling people out or pointing fingers. This is about me, not you. Don’t get me wrong; there will be shit-talking and plenty of it. But the names have been changed to protect…hell, is anyone innocent anymore?