Dear You,

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I know that we haven't been talking for very long, but I still consider you close to me.

It hurts when you don't answer and I honestly wish I could ignore you like you ignore me.

I want you to fucking miss me when you're lonely.
I want you to think of me the minute you wake up.
I want you to check your phone and hope that I sent you something.
Hell you can masturbate to the thought of me and I'd be happy.

I just want you to be as miserable as I am.

And I know it isn't fair for me to pine after your affection like this and expect you to do the same but you know what? You're not exactly playing by the rules either.

In case you didn't know, you don't just saunter into someone's life, talk to them daily and for hours on end, learn their secrets and become close, tell them they're cute and you want to have sex, and then just leave and act like none of it ever fucking happened.

Wake up.

Stop fucking with my feelings.

I hope that when you finally learn to love someone, the kind of love where every inch of your body yearns for their touch, and you don't just love them for their body or face or how much sex they give you, I hope that this whole ordeal backfires in your face.

I hope they play you like a video game except without any extra lives.

I hope that you feel broken.

I hope that you finally realize that people are not play things and that you aren't the only one who knows how to play dirty.

The worst part of this is that I know I'll come back. I know I'll come back to you even if you hold a gun to my head and tell me to leave.

You've made me a playing piece in your game of life.

I hope someone makes you one in theirs.

- things I'll never say to you but I wish I could

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