It's my fault

Thats what you tell me. It's MY FAULT.

I will think of you as I float in the tub tonight, lacking your fucking presence.

Why would I hold out hope for a man who believes that my pain is centred on his experience??

You say you don't get it. Here. Let me spell it out.

You owe me a better fucking apology than the ones you've given. You owe me kindness that you don't fucking possess.

I am not your possession devoid of humanity.