...The Rest is History

You

YOU
I remember you.
As sweet as can be.
Then I came to realise how cruel you could be.

We had a good thing going.
You were a sweetheart, an angel.
You were so caring.

We had a good thing going.
You were so dear, so loving.
You were one of my favourites.
You had a heart of gold, eyes of the sea. So blue. So transparent.

We had a good thing going.
You kept me up all night.
You made me smile so much until my cheeks hurt.

We had a good thing going.
You always called me.
You checked up on me.
Is this love? I thought.
It was not.

You made me uncomfortable.
I hid it well.

One day, you were hot and cold with me.
The next, you told me you were cheating on me.
I should have left you.
I loved you so I forgave you.

A few weeks later, you were so cruel.
I brushed it off. I forgave you. Again.

You wanted to roleplay.
I wanted no play.
You didn't like that. So I played your game.
Your game was good.
But I finally understood.

You just wanted sex.
You just wanted pictures of me.
Not the nice, cute ones. The other ones.
You forced me to send you them.
I felt disgusting.
I felt used.

A few weeks went by.
You were acting very sly.
You cheated again.

Then it went downhill.
You only wanted the thrill.
When you didn't get it,
You acted out and slept around.
Of course I forgave you. I loved you.

You were so cruel, so cold.
You told me that you'd kill yourself if I left you.
Of course I stayed and endured the pain. I had too. I loved you.

One day, it all got too much.
You sent me a message saying goodbye.
A suicide note.
I talked you out of it. Then you laughed.
I asked 'what's so funny?'
You said; "You are 😹 you thought I'd kill myself over you?"
This shook me to the core.
We argued and you called me a whore.

You were so cruel another day.
You wanted to roleplay again.
I didn't.
You still went on.
You called me names & proceeded to rape me in a thread.
You role played a rape, over a fucking message thread!
That was the last straw.

All you wanted was cybersex.
You went to far, you proceeded too cyber-rape me in a series of messages using Asterisks.
"You sick fuck!" I replied.
You laughed.
You didn't stop.

I left you.

A year passed.
You came back.
You acted as though nothing happened.
You said that you were in Juvie.
I didn't believe you. 
After everything you said.
Everything you did.

I realised too late.
That it wasn't fate.
You have scarred me mentally and emotionally.
To this day, I find it hard to lay.
My mind is racing.
My heart is pacing.

You were as sweet as can be.
I've now realised how cruel you can be.