*sure, this one* ***is*** *kinda mean. but that's what happens when you goad me and i have to sit alone in the dark thinking about your petty revenge on me for things i did without even knowing it and how much time you're wasting and is there? much time left? i asked the Moon; she did not know.*

you are ten gallons short of a hat.

you like to pretend i did something terrible to you so that people take your side when we fight, but at this point your accusations are so pathetic and stale that it's really just the same two people fellating you for the same stupid stuff they've always fellated you for and it's honestly a little sad.

you are more than a few crayons short of a box.

you like to pretend that you're justified when you intentionally give back to me what i accidentally gave to you, and sometimes when i'm sad about it i wonder if it will bother you when it's too late to act like an adult instead. how are you this old and this immature?

you are an addict.

you like to pretend that your life is terrible. and you like to pretend it's terrible because of me, but i'm the one living in poverty and a situation i can't escape because you're so obsessed with what the world owes you that you can't see how the humiliation you heaped on me every time you had access to me affected my life, my real life, in ways you can't take back. 

you got me pregnant on purpose. *(you told me so while you were doing it. and several times before that)*

you ruined my career. *(you think what i said was bad? imagine how it felt as a 23 year old single mother with you talking about the guy who assaulted me and the teenager you thought was funny to hit me with after i attempted no less than three times because he wouldn't leave me alone)*

you ruined my relationship with more than one lover. *(even when you supposedly didn't want me anymore... you didn't want anyone else to have me either)*

you accuse me of cheating when you know i was assaulted. *(he even told you he didn't get consent)*

you laugh at me for being attracted to you. *(go on though, complain about your body image issues too)*

and when it got to be too real for you? you blocked me.

so don't come crying to me when you realize your mistake, cowboy.

you made your bed. and you'll always be a liar in it.

things i think of when i think of you, my love.