You think you are too good for me,

But no, you are never too good for me.

I am not your property.

You cannot reprimand me 

When I do not acquiesce

To your liking.

Every moment with you was a murder scene:

Body bag, blood on the walls, screaming, hit and run.

You never gave me butterflies in my stomach.

You tangled my intestines into knots.

The feeling I thought was falling for you was just falling

It was just fear.

But I no longer fear the end of the world.

The world has ended for me countless times

Just as it had began again in the morning.

Maybe it was guilt
Probably Martyrdom
Because I would have set myself on fire 
If you needed a light
Torn myself apart
If you needed to feel whole
Only now, I'm smart enough to know
It was all aiding and abetting -- illegal
And so fucking stupid.
I've spent so long toiling in the seams at your side
You are a liar, thief, manipulator,
Swindler, child;
I can't stand the way you carry yourself
How you genuinely believe your opinion is 
More valid than others'
And how you think you're "top shit"
You're un-relatable and bland
An immensely self-absorbed
Why don't you
Open your eyes and ears
Try to understand other people
Get the fuck off your high horse.
Kid, you aren't anything.
It’s your ignorance that spaces us.
It’s your immaturity that makes it Impossible to even
Look at you at times.
It’s the idiocy
That sends violent thoughts of you
Pleasant for me.
You think the way you're behaving is acceptable?

Normal?
Because it’s not
It’s really fucking not.
Go ahead, feel sorry for yourself
Forget that this mess is one you made with your own hands
Forget that you’re entirely in control of changing it
And just revel in your own self-pity
Because no one understands you enough
Everyone is so critical of you, you always say, so hard on you
Give me something to support, something good you do
But you won’t because you can’t bother to care about
Anyone more than yourself
I was drowning and you never held out a hand
Don’t bother now, I learned how to swim on my own
Thank you for teaching me the type of person I shouldn’t become
Stop lurking around my social media,
It's so unnerving and bilious
Don't you ever even dare
Try to come close to him
Because you will never amount to
Close of a fraction.
And don't mold someone else to become me
It's sick.
I won't be bothered by the fictitious remarks
You're forked tongue will spread around
Or make her believe
I don't care anymore
Why can't you just let me be?
I will not say sorry for the things that make me angry.
For the things that exasperates me
I own everything that has happened to me.
I am allowed to tell my stories.
If you wanted me to write warmly about you, 
You should have behaved better.