Wed, 04/16/2014 - 19:33 -- krae.97

After you crossed that line,

I told you to get the hell out of my life.

I didn’t want anything to do with you.

I don’t care if we’ve been best friends since 8th grade.

Once that line is crossed

There’s no turning back.


Apparently that opened your eyes.

“You’ve changed.” you said.

Well it had to happen sometime.

I got fed up with being fucked over.

I got tired of my heart repeatedly breaking because of the same people.


So to put it simply….

I got tired of the bullshit and decided to stop being nice.

Decided to stop letting everyone walk all over me.


I became close to someone worthy of me.

Someone that values my time and opinion.

Someone that doesn’t shove their mistakes down my throat.

That pissed you off.

Honestly, I could care less about how you feel.

I’m only returning the favor.

Giving you a taste of your own medicine.

How do you like it, love?


You choked on the substance.

Got a slap in the face and realized you did me wrong.

So here you are, crawling back to me.

Begging me for forgiveness.

Yet you don’t deserve that.

I should show you no mercy.

You’ve hurt me time and time again.

What’s preventing me from treating you the same?


We were best friends and my love for you was golden.

I’m giving you another chance.

But watch your step, love.

One wrong move and I’ll kick your ass to the curb once more.


Because this little girl has gotten stronger.

She doesn’t need anyone.

Not even you for that matter.


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