We ended up talking through the night. See I love talking to you, you make me laugh without even trying. Days that I never wanted to smile and I’d to hear from you and those days were better than my Birthday’s.   

I was fine, I had zoned you. promised myself you’d never be anything more than a friend. But then you, typical you. Barged in an altered the entire thing leaving my emotions all over the place. Why, why did you have to tell me what you did. When half of them had  carried no meaning whatsoever.

You’re just damn good with your smart mouth with words that leave me aching for more. 

I can’t. I just can’t and  don’t ask me to reason because I don’t know how to. I just know I can’t let you in again, the way I did before.

I did once, thought about nothing but you and where’d that leave me. I was hurt. I can’t hurt again.

 And look what you’ve done? I’d texted you two days back, on the dumbest matter of all and yet I can’t even get a seen notification from you. If this was me any other day I would block you without thinking twice, but it is me, today. And I can’t. I can’t do this again. I’m much weaker than I’d thought. You’ve become my kryptonite. And I hate it, I hate it so much. You don’t deserve to have so much control over me. But at this point what more can I do. I am in the most pathetic phase of a thing that I don’t even know how to define. 

Maybe I really am losing my mind, finally. 

How did you become one of these? how did you become one of the guys I write off in agony. How’d you become this? You were so much kinder, or so I thought.

You were supposed to be good. You were supposed to be a friend. I wrote off any feelings I had for you so very quickly when I realized you weren’t always going to be there. Then how, then why? I know you know exactly how I feel. I know you know I don’t like what I’m feeling, not one bit. Then why. Why wouldn’t you stay gone. Like forever. Just go please, and never come back I beg you. I can’t play this game. This can’t be this twisted. 

I’d like to dispose you, but sadly, you aren’t very disposable. 

I’m done. I’m blocking you. I’d already blocked you from everything. That is until you moved here and got a new number. And you just had to ring me up didn’t you. You fucking Pig. You must’ve thought oh she might be over what I did let’s give her something new to wallow in and just take it away. No warning. I hate your existence. 

Fuck you. But I’m sorry you don’t know how insane I am, or how much I like you. Or you do. Which makes you an asshole. So really, Fuck you.  

P.S. There’s no such as sexily fucked up. Just fucked up. Fuck all those bull where you acted all jealous. Fuck it. Fuck you. Just fuck you.