Stop texting me as if everything is okay between us.
Stop trying to walk back into my life as if you didn’t do anything wrong.
Stop pretending the past didn’t happen because it obliges you embarrassing . strong>
I’m not going to forget about what you have done, only because a few days have gone by. I’m not going to forgive you because it’s the most wonderful act to do. If you think I am going to humbly accept the nature you have given me, then you are out of your damn mind.
I’m not going to have a ordinary communication with you. I’m not going to text you back when we haven’t even spoken in weeks.
You might be able to pretend that yesterday and the day before that doesn’t exist, but I am not capable of deleting the past. I can’t forget the route you spoke to me. I keep replaying our struggle inside of my psyche, thinking how a person who has presumably cares about me could be so cruel.
You don’t get to walk back into “peoples lives” as if we’re friends. You failed me the second you bolt me over.
I don’t understand how you are able think we could go back to the lane happenings were — especially when you never gave me an apology. You never talked happens through with me. You never owned up to the terrible shit you said.
I wonder if you even seem guilty about what went down between us. If you even recollect the words you said to me.
Maybe you don’t realize how fucked up your behavior has been. Maybe you don’t realize how often I have been exclaiming because of you. Perhaps you are completely inattentive to what I have been going through lately.
Or maybe you think I’m stupid enough to give you another chance. Maybe you think my self-worth is so fucking low-pitched that I will continue to let you enjoy the benefits of me.
I’m sorry, but I’m not the person who will clean up your messes anymore. I’m not going to phony smiles in front of you when you are the reason why I find it hard to smile in the first place.
I hate the acces you are handling the situation. You are acting like you didn’t do anything wrong, like nothing bad happened between us. You are dismissing the past because that’s what you want to do.
You want me to forget. You want me to go back to considering you the channel I ever have, because you’re worried about misplacing me. You’re realizing I’m about to raise my guidelines and walk away and that’s the last occasion you crave.
That is why you impede pretending. You remain in denial. You have created a fantasy shore where everything is okay, where you never broke me into pieces.
I would rather have you sit me down and defend than act like everything is perfectly fine. It is fine. is definitely not fine. Nothing is ever going to be fine between us again.