I refuse to let you make this hard for me. For a long time, I spent my days and nights crying out to you. Crying out so loud, I know you heard my muffled cries through your bedroom window. So desperate to have you back, I would've crawled all the way to Hell and back for you with a horse tied to my neck.
And all the while, you've indulged in your overpowering status in the situation we both shared. You being the punisher, while I pose as sufferer. You're no more than a stranger to me now. Who would've known that I'd find somebody better?
I'm happy now, so don't tell me that you're hurt. You haven't felt nothing yet.
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