I don't think you realise how you make me feel.
You hurt me more than you can imagine.
Seeing her big fucking boobs in your messages when you're supposed to be my boyfriend not hers.
You say you've moved on. You say you don't love her anymore. But you've said that before.
Why can't I be her.
With her big boobs & gorgeous smile. Everything about her is perfect. I know it because you said it. You told her over & over again how she's the most perfect girl in the world. How much you love her big fucking tits. Tell me you love me, but telling her that you love her even more. Tell me you can't wait to hug me & kiss me, but telling her that you can't wait to marry her & be the father to her children. Why can't you just love me like you love her.
You blame your trauma for how you are. That you were "raised that way". I know your family, I know your parents & I've never met two people more in love. Their love is a fire burning brighter & brighter with every day they spend together in love. So don't you dare tell me its because of how you were raised because we both know that's complete bullshit.
You like making me feel like shit. You get off on it. Smile seeing me hurt & crying.
You do this to me.
It's all your fault.
