In the end I could no longer think of the words to say. When we first met the words used to flow effortlessly. We drifted apart and the conversations fell off. I can't remember the last time we actually talked. But I can remember many occasions of us expressing our frustrations. Through pointless arguments until I ran out of patience. No one is worth chasing. No one is worth the mind games and manipulation. I know all of your secrets. Every single weakness. I used some against you when I was angry because revenge is the sweetest. You looked at me like you were innocent and said I'm the meanest. But what makes you so much better? Your hands were never the cleanest. You threw rocks, then hid your hands as if I didn't see it. We were never compatible. I used to think we were. Now I wish every single thought of you would burn.
