let me lay it down to you simple:
Something to get off my chest.
You hate me and you know what? I completely understand why. It’s not new that I fucked up and someone’s not willing to turn the other cheek and let me slip so easily to think that my actions are tolerable but I’m not going to share that bitter taste you have for me, you did nothing wrong and I was stupid, although this is a completely void idea. You would have to be the only woman I know that if I could, I’d turn the time back and I would have just met you. I would have just loved you because you did call me your soul mate and even if you probably didn’t mean it, I’m feeling foolish for dismissing a love like yours because maybe you were the girl I would have been with and would have never traded up because of your headstrong attitude and the way you’re not afraid to fight me. I appreciated the way you reluctantly opened up to me in little bits and in the end fought me so hard you fell for me, maybe it was just infatuation but there was something about you that kept me on my toes and you were just what I needed in someone. I accept now that I was definitely to blame and I’ll never be able to even get you to just see me in a different light. To you, I’m scum, the asshole who thought he could have his cake and eat it too. You to me are the woman I let get away. I wish I just gave you me and not doubted you the way I did because I was so undeserving and a pig. That’s life though, you win some, you lose some.
Nowhere, nowhere, in this terribly structured, whiny form of self-defensive, pathetic excuse for a speech did I find you even attempt to structure an apology. It’s a five-letter word that, given the extent of your character, you can’t seem to phrase without some sort of perceived indignation you so believe you rightfully deserve.
Fool. Do not give me this shit about you want to turn back time, or that you were young and dumb enough to think you can get away with cheating. The worse thing about this is that, even at the very end, you cannot be man enough to admit that you deserve everything you got: you lost me and she left you and you are alone and I can’t help but think, your god does indeed have eyes.
Yeah, kid. I said it: You. Lost. Me. And had there been some sort of factor that at all put me to blame for what happened to us, or praise whoever didn’t happen between us, I would gladly swallow that “”bitter taste”” (LOL) and damaged outlook I have of you.
I can forgive and forget, believe me.
But you are deserving of neither. Do not ever, ever, talk to me like you’re a changed man. Deep down, you can carry this for the rest of your life because I would have been the biggest mistake you ever made.
Too-fucking-do, soulmate. Forget redemption with me; you won’t find the absolution you need from this woman, my man.
:) :B
Very well put.
