The Gucci snakes

1. I dont need you

I don't need you
When you say" don't talk to me" I won't.
I wont text you, I won't call you, I won't even look at your stories at social media.( okay maybe a lil Sneek peak  without you noticing) I won't hate on you. Because the disrespect you've shown me that have led to this sentence doesn't even give me the courage to think about messaging you again. You apologized over and over again, knowing you did wrong but still managed to slightly blame me for the situation. You might call me anti social but I'm not. I'm picky with who I surround myself with. I used to be social , back when everything mattered to me. But now , now that I'm older and wiser I realize that there is more to life than a fake friendship, a broken relationship and toxic environments . I listened to you while being hurt. I comforted you while being confused I was there for you without asking question. I did everything I was supposed to do, and I was everything I was supposed to be. I won't message you again , ever. I'm slightly waiting for your text telling me you're sorry knowing it will come in 5 to 7 business days. It will go like this " I'm sorry I was going trough something . But you must admit that you did this and this wrong" . Don't get me wrong , I'm far from perfect but the things I allegedly  did " wrong" according to him are things that I should never apologize for.  I'm not angry, I'm disappointed , you are a wolf in sheep clothing. I'm addicted to the idea , the person you portrayed to be in the beginning of the relationship . I love that person. Now we are sexualizing everything just to keep the excitement up , because oh way if  we talk about our life's we so desperately despise and want to escape we suddenly remember we don't belong. We are both sinning in order to belong , but do we? Do we belong?

I'm fighting back the urge to text you like an addict recovering from a sigaret addiction. I'm doing well because the times we ignored each other made me learn how to cope with the other half of my heart missing in somebody else's left hand . I'm disposable to you , well so are you to me. I choose peace over everything. But the way you Blatantly disrupt it with no hesitation becomes a big problem to me. I need to let go so that I can heal from my mistakes . I wonder what you will be healing from, I wonder when you will realize that you lost a dear lover, I wonder if you love me. I wonder and wonder but never ask because deep down I know the f*cking answer. "Rest In Peace " said a bad b*tch.