my response
she wrote this very krucial poem about the end of us. the day she packed us into an overnight bag. a day in which i had been visiting home for nearly a month, a vacation in which i was daily zooted. a vaca in which i felt no need to plead to her ‘dont fuck anyone else okay? you wont right?’. i thought we were beyond that, it didnt weigh heavy on my heart, i trusted her no worries. so the phone call that said she fucked homegirl and called her a ‘screamer’ was heartbreaking. thankfully a blunt of good green was already rolled. i mentally compiled a list of people to fuck once im single, which i did complete by the way. with hindsight it had no benefit besides a nut and being able to say i never cheated, i waited untill it was over to fuck people..
she wrote this krucial poem about the end of us. i reread it once i got home and imagined the scene playout in my head, where the poem was set (in my room), where the bag was packed, where invisible tears supposedly stained my carpet. i feel like i need to respond? or would that be childish? by the way Tony Toni Tone, My Ex-Girlfriend (is a hoe) is playing in the background. Not that I think she is a hoe at all, but its just that “im feeling crazy because i treated her so good” In response to anyone that thinks I did her dirty, I did, one day after I got a krucial phonecall, she called me and I did what I thought was right for us. But apparently she doesnt speak of me much so I guess no one knows what went on. I get unemotional and nonchalant during serious future changing events, I suppose its the aspect of surprise, flustered, flabbergasted wtf this is really happening type of emotion. I feel like I should respond and paint an actual picture, that she shitted on my existence and did this and that, make myself not look like a horrible person that shitted on her. But it doesnt matter, its not that krucial. I dont care to go over it, that isnt apart of my healing process. Can I find MIB to erase my memory of her?
I’ll almost be happy once she heals so can forget me and stop hitting me up because it’ll be easier for me to forget her maybe. I feel like dieing. Feel like telling her fuck you for not manning the fuck up and dumping me. fuck you fuck u…. Love is Not Enough. I remember you asking me out, asking if I wanted to deal with what would come with it, come with love. Had no clue.
