It’s been 2 months since you broke up with me and I am sitting here at my place, wondering if some guy is balls deep in you right now. I have been to your place many times to apologize, but you have always pretended that you weren’t home. You told me I had violent tendencies, but the tendencies were only a product of your selfishness and arrogance, why is that so hard to see? Why won’t you let me give you another chance?
I am sitting here with my phone in my hand, reading the texts from when we were still together. Why do I get to sit here and be full of despair while you are probably out with your friends, acting like I never mattered, like I never existed? My thoughts start to wander and the thought of you moaning someone else’s name destroys me. The thought of someone else making you moan in pleasure makes my hands sweaty and my heart starts to pound like it wants to punch through my chest. I have no choice but to act upon my rage and the aching feeling of you not being mine. If you don’t want me, then I will make you want me.