I hate you. I’ve hated you since your stupid acid like name was thrown at me in conversation about past loves. I’ve never even met you but i know your face, your lips, your pudgy fingers that have traced the body of My darling more times than i’d like to think about. Your horrible, abusive, manipulative and broke their heart. You deserve all of my hatred. Yet? I still feel guilty for hating you so much. Because, maybe it’s not hatred, maybe it jealousy. Jealousy that originates from the fact that you held them first, you hurt them first, you loved them first. And they loved you first. Maybe jealousy is why I compare myself to you so much. I know I am better for them, I know I treat them better, and I am sure they will never return to you. Yet, all these “I’m sorry’s” “I miss you’s” and “baby, please come back” that you send My darling everyday, they are starting to feel like maybe, they will be enough and maybe My darling will be yours again.
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