fresh scars
I walked into your house not expecting to recognize the familiar scent. The second the door opened, I was greeted by your dog….the same dog that I saw everyday this summer. The thought of you makes me want to cringe with fear, sadness, happiness, and disgust. I cant believe what you put me through. I never got the closure I needed. You never said Im sorry or heres whats happening. You are an animal. I dont care what the others say about you. You take peoples heart and crush them without thinking twice. Im glad your family hates you because they should….we all should. We called, and wrote to you and still got no response. You are an animal.
Do you think she makes you happy? Her privileged discontent. I want you to know how I feel. One day I want you to beg for forgiveness and have you bow at my feet. Tell me you dont love me or that you ever did. I have fresh wounds that want to heal, but until you look me in the eyes and talk, they will stay here.
