You're just like him.
You manipulative little fuck.
You were nosy. You pushed it.
But you were so much nicer about it. You weren't trying to be manipulative. You tried to make me laugh, ask me when you thought I wasn't paying attention.
You noticed things. Like he did.
You knew not to apologize.
Do you know why I hate that? When people feel 'sorry' for you.
Because all they do is look at you with pity. And they feel bad for you.
I don't want your fucking pity. Don't apologize like you actually care and it means something to me.
It doesn't fix anything.
You don't actually care. It's just a sad story that makes you feel bad. I'm not beneath you. You're not better than me. You don't deserve to 'feel bad' for me.
And you're a son of a bitch to listen to what I say. Like him, you're exactly like him.
He noticed and remembered the stupid little things I said.
But he was a manipulative fuck you guilted me into idiotic things.
People like you are exhausting.
Stop trying to fix something that doesn't want to be fixed.
YOU ARE READING
My Dearest
PoetryThese are personal letters written to those I've loved, letters by which by no means are ever to be read by who they are intended for. Also rant/vent in here occasionally. I don't want comments on those chapters.
