Bitch!
Blood Has Been Shed -To John:
You suck, you’re a fucking loser, and you will never be anything more than what you are now. You hurt people, you ruin lives, destroy hearts, poison minds, and eat away at others’ confidence. I hate you. I hate the games you played on me. I hate your lies. I hate believing your lies. I hate that I loved you. One day, you will come back. You’ll find out that those girls are all the same. You’ll realize that you lost something good, and what you left looking for, never really existed. I was the closest to your every dream. And when you realize that, I’ll already be gone. It will be too late for your games to work, for your false tears to mend what you have shattered. Too late to use every trick you know, because I am already wiser, and you know I won’t believe you again. No, never again.
So have fun playing “house”, John. Have fun pretending you’ve grown up and outgrown what I had to offer. Have fun going through the motions of being a “responsible adult” when all you are is a frail teenager, who knows shit about life or getting through it. You will fuck up again and again, until eventually your whole life is a mess and all the goals you had crash and burn and you are left with nothing. And Ashley won’t pick you up again. I won’t get you off drugs, I won’t encourage you through the rough times, I won’t help you off probation, I won’t. Not anymore. Those girls are “there for you”, you claim. Sure, they are there for you now, why wouldn’t they be? Money, sex, fun, cars… will they be there in the end? Will they still be by your side when the cash stops flowing and the years on your youth run out? Of course not. I would have. But silly John, you’re too “busy” and “mature” for a girl like me. High School sweethearts just don’t last. Nope, they never work out. Or so you say.
At the end of all of this, when you take a glance back, you will see me. You will feel regret for letting me go. Feel regret for tossing in the trash something you were so lucky to find. You seem to think I am nothing now, after you’ve taken everything I couldn’t get back. Used me up and thrown me away. It isn’t like that. I am still a better person than you will ever be. I am capable of doing better things than you ever could, regardless of how much you have stolen from me. Someone else will love me more, someone else will appreciate what I have to give. You obviously couldn’t. Good luck finding someone who will love you like I loved you. I know you won’t… not for the right reasons. You are trash.
I wish I had accepted that ring. I would have loved throwing it in your face right now.
