Broken Doll

Apparently it’s just not good enough to say, “No thanks, I’m busy/I have other plans.”

One must include a resounding “Fuck off, I don’t have time to spend on you.”

So, sorry I bothered you. Sorry I extended myself to you. Sorry I invited you to hang out. Sorry I tried to be friendly. Sorry I tried to be nice.

I am trying to communicate and once again I am the only one.

I don’t understand why this breakdown is happening. Always happens.

You promised me — promised me — that you wouldn’t leave. That you’d be here for me, as a friend if nothing else. How on earth can you be here, how can you be my friend when you won’t even talk to me?

Just another guy who lied to me, and left.

I’m not the one doing this. I have tried to talk to you. You shut me out. You refuse.

And you won’t tell me why.

If I had been at all special to you, getting over me would have consisted of a bit more than just a shrug and a “who’s next?”

This is exactly what David did… done with one girl, right on to the next. At first I thought he was running from his feelings, but now I realize that he never had any to begin with. You told me he left because he wanted to play with everyone in the world. Well maybe you should look in the mirror instead of pointing fingers.

You called me your girlfriend. You called me your pet. There was no good reason for you to lead me on like that. I had the right to decide for myself whether casual sex would be enough.

An apology is the LEAST of what you owe me. My feelings for you were real.