Previously posted part two first. Didn’t know if this one could be found or if I wanted to. This is one of the angrier things I have written. From my angsty teenage self with unrequited love that I felt I deserved.
I don’t believe the person who I wrote this about has read it, and we aren’t in touch so I’m not sure if she ever will. I certainly don’t hold on to these things anymore.
Stubborn Heart Part One.
No. Fuck you, Kei.
I was always there for you! Day in, day out!
Waiting for you to come through my door and tell me you needed me.
You never called me! You always had bullshit to do, I had to put forth the effort.
I wanted to see you, I never gave you any reason to be mad at me before!
Then, this one friggin’ time I blow up at all the shit you throw in my way…
you never wanna speak to me again?
Well fuck you too!
I’m sorry I got tired of hearing about your sexcapades.
I am in love with you ya know,
that shit hurts.
It hurts to think about you sleeping with some guy,
seconds before I pass out.
It sucks that your face clutters my fuckin’ head!
So filled with emotions revolved around you!
No, fuck you!
How many times did I tell you how I feel, huh?
You just brushed it off like I was some stranger!
I wasn’t the only one to confess my love for the other in a drunken phone call.
But you never wanted to talk about it.
So as I lift these chains off my demolished, debilitated, destroyed heart.
I gave everything.
I lost everything.
Used to think I was empty without you,
you know what I realized?
My life is full.
I have family, friends, and myself.
I don’t need you, guess I never did.
So you know what?
When you want a real man in your life, call me, I might know someone.
But not me, that train left today.
So fuck me Kei, that solved everything.
Thank you for reading.