this is the way I felt when you left my hanging on every noun, verb, adjective that came rolling off your tounge as you spoke your bittersweet nothings.
you deleted me from your life just as easily as you did off your facebook.
time wasted dwelling over how to make you like me.
unessesary insecurites because of your fears
choking in your throat and spilling out into insults headed in my direction.
the strength for me to move on came from you leaving me.
trying to hurt me discretely forever would have been your best bet,
but you choose to try to hurt me publicly,
and that, my dearest, horribly sickening disease, is something that will not do with me.
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