Crossroads (A Collection of Short Stories)

Fuck You

Before I go out that door, before I go out of your life, I just wanted to say fúck you.

That's right, I wanted to say fùck you.

Fúck you for all the times you made me feel like shìt.

Fúck you for breaking me.

Fúck you for making me the miserable person I am today.

And fúck you for-

Fúck you for making me meet you that day.

Fúck you and your goddamn smile.

Fúck you for making me stare at you longer than I should.

Fúck you for making me look twice.

Fúck you for making me love those brown eyes.

Fúck you for making me fall.

Fúck you and your stupid jokes.

Fúck you for making me laugh.

Fúck you for all the times you've smiled.

Fúck you for making me smile back.

Fúck you and all your pretty flowers.

Fúck you and fúck them too.

Fúck you and the way you kiss me.

Fúck you fúck you fúck you fúck-

Fúck you and the time you said you loved me.

Fúck you for making me say it back.

Fúck you for holding my hand so tightly.

Fúck you for not letting me look back.

Fúck you for making me believe.

Fúck you for making me believe in us.

Fúck you and all your lies.

Fúck you for-

Fúck me and all our fights.

Fúck me for making them work.

Fúck me for apologizing.

Fúck me for being the one who didn't even do anything wrong.

Fúck me for kissing you.

Fúck me for caring for you.

Fúck me for holding you.

Fúck me for-

Fúck me for trying to put the pieces back together.

Fúck me for trying until the end.

Fúck me for believing there'd still be us.

That there would still be us till the end.

Fúck you for making me hate me.

Fúck you for changing who I am.

Fúck you for making me hate you.

Fúck you for proving me right.

Fúck you for making me feel this.

Fúck you for making me write this.

And you know what?

Fúck you for making me leave you.

Fúck you for making me love.