You know what hurts more.
Just keeping your mouth shut and accepting it.
Your instagram pops out in my for you box.
There was something written in your instagram that made me think.
There's always that one person who understands you like nobody ever has.
that's what it said in your bio.
At first I was mad about it.
So I went in my notes and wrote a letter to you that I was never going to send.
I started with the word.
"Hey, you're a dick. You know that right. You're acting like lord voldemort and you're acting so selfish and an idiot that you can't even see it."
"You're so confusing sometimes, not even sometimes it's all the time. I wanna ask what the heck happened with us but I can't do that anymore."
" You're acting as if you're Anakin Skywalker when he turns to the dark side. And hurt obi wan"
You know I used to think you were a good person, a good guy.
But your actions say something else.
You're a villain and you've always been one.
You were just too good at putting on a two sided face.
And you knew that I've always chosen to see the good in people.
But come on now.
Now I can see that you were fake.
as if you turned Anakin Skywalker into Darth vader.
I want you to stop playing these mind games.
They're getting old.
Real old.
But I get it you found a person who understands.
Even though it wasn't me.
Even though I was such an understanding person.
I know it will never be enough for you.
Or even good enough for you.
Because you always want more.
And I can't give you anymore.
But I'm happy you found someone that makes you happy.
And understands you completely more than I do.
Or more than I ever will.
Now the only thing that keeps you alive are the memories of you.
You're a ghost that always seems to know me best but also knows how to hurt me.
Sometimes I stay frozen and see the old places where I remember our conversations or crazy things we did.
It's funny isn't it.
I know you're regretting everything you did.
But I also know you're scared to come back.
And honestly i wish you never come back.
Not trying to be rude but hey you started it.
You decided that I wasn't a good of a friend to stick by you.
Even though I did.
Always did and you throwed in a lake as if you didn't care.
Is the day that I stopped caring about you.
I'll finally say it.
I hate you with all my heart.
I never thought I would say that but I hate you.
The old me would have said nothing and just sit there and take it.
But honestly if i had a choice i would have stayed home then haven't have met you.
And honestly I wish that you were the good guy.
Maybe this would have ended differently.
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The Story I Never Told Anyone
Poetryit's about poems. How I feel or see things. Sometimes it's about people.