I Could.
I could call you a fool
Because you already know you deserve better
Than what she has given you
I could call you an idiot
Because you allowed her to rope you right back
Into her madness
I could call you blind
Because you obviously can't see that this is not
about her wants, this is all about need
Because she has realized she can't afford the
lifestyle you once afforded her
I could call you stupid
Because you looked backwards, when your
present and future were shining so bright
I could call you naive
Because you don't realize that after she gets
you just where she wants you, and you
start to buy her the world all over again,
she will revert to the same selfish bitch
you talked to me about while we were . . .
Laying. In. Bed.
I could call you a liar
Because I asked you if reconciliation was
a possibility from the very start
I could call you a con-artist
Because with your resounding NO,
I opened up my heart
I could call you a punk
Because with the same energy it took for
you to draft that text message two weeks later . . .
you could have picked up the phone
I could call you a coward
Because only then would it justify you
awakening my love with no intention
of loving me in return
I could call you a lot of things
But, at the end of the day, it really doesn't
mean a thing
You have chosen the road you know lead to your misery
A road that intentionally separated you
from your family and friends
A road that will more than likely
lead you there all over again
During her time alone she was unable to
locate the "real man" she declared you
Not. To. Be.
She quickly found out that men like
you are very hard to find so, she
came crawling at the 11th hour
trying to save the relationship
she worked so tirelessly to
tear apart
And you . . .
You. Picked. Her. Up. From. Her. Crawl.
Thus tearing me apart . . .
I could call you a lot of things but . . .
I just wanted the chance to call you Love
You will never know the love I am capable
of nor the love you deserve
I've learned selfish people never change,
she just had to get you back
So she could start tearing you down
All. Over. Again.
Never seeing your value
or appreciating your
worth.
My last words were . . . Good luck.