I hate this feeling in my chest.
I hate that I have to repeat every thing I’ve ever said.
I hate that you lied to me. Not once, not twice…not..nah…fuck it. Who can even keep count anymore….
*instruments kick up all crazy*
This is not a game it’s our fucking life. Even more so when you became my fuckin wife.
All of this strife. All of this just so I could be your fucking ex wife. All of this…yeah…, all of this….
It just is what is now.
NOTHING!
*Pause*
*No music*
Oh here is your knife back. Turn around so I can stab you twice in the back. No,more than that. You deserve to know how many times you slammed that knife into my back.
8 years…, 8 years and you show no fucking goddamn tears!! Here you must need more. Let me give you mine. All of me. Can’t you see? You’re fucking bleeding me.
Open your eyes, look at me! Make eye contact with me!!!!
And see how much you made me out to be a fucking bitch for all to see!
Tell them the truth. Or fuck it. Lie to them too. You always plead the 5th when I question you!!
I was supposed to be your wife. I was supposed to be in your life. As we grew old on our back porch. Telling stories how you took that torch. And helped me
To see what you want in times of need.
I never got that chance. Because you withheld it from me, with such confidence. Then I took that torch. And I burned that porch. And that motha fuckin bridge, into your town, where I no longer live.
And I burned everything I could see, that even slightly reminded me, of all the betrayals and all the fucked up lies that you sold me. That’s why I guess you never heard my cries. Because I don’t live there, ANYMORE!
You had a choice. To love me. You had a choice to leave me. You had a choice not to lie to me and hurt me.
are you happy now? Is this what you wanted? To never ever talk to me?
I’m not like the rest. I never got pictures of your breasts…but turkey neck did…I can’t believe I even told her things that I told her…while she probably laughed at me thinking oh welllllll MJ let me!!! Fuck that bitch. And fuck yoh too for introducing me to that copy cat piece of shit, just so you could be friends. How many of your friends have you done that to and then introduced me to???
Shame on you
I would never treat you
Like you treated me
Hold up. Wait.
I don’t care anymore.
I don’t even know what I was fighting for.
We’re not together and never will be.
I’ll see you next Tuesday.
