Tarnished Beauty

pb: angered love

pb: angered love

We came to an end like a period at the end of a sentence. I was glad that the sentence ended too. Our relationship felt like I was presenting a presentation, and I was so glad when it ended. Relief flooded my senses and what was left, wasn't love but was anger. You claim you could've fought with me when I messaged you to ask you one question. Within that conversation, you took a shot at my heart like the petty little bitch that you are. If you really loved me and if you truly meant those words, you wouldn't have tried to take a shot at my heart. You wouldn't have tried to get the last word because you wanted to feel some sense of entitlement. You only got the last word is because I let you. I didn't reply because I had so much better things to do than talk to you. All you did, throughout our relationship, was make me angry. You triggered something inside of me that made me want to punch you in the face. I claimed it as angered love but now it is only anger. You've only proved to me why I broke up with you, why I became distant with you, and why I don't love you anymore. You have become such an asshole that you believe that you can be one to me now. I do not deserve such bullshit from you, then again you are acting like a 12-year-old girl who just got their period. I wish for you to see my side one day but I doubt that will happen. I hope you do know that I will never go back to you either. For you to treat me like shit now, I don't even want to be your friend anymore. So much for staying friends, huh? Also, I've been moving on– for you to keep your Instagram status and shit up, only proves that you'll be drowning in the past. I just feel bad for the girl who takes interest in you next. I don't think she could put up with you as I did.

a.b.