Clearly I’m regretting the fuck out of this so called relationship. I fell out just as quickly as I fell in… but wtf did I fall into? Love? I can’t tell. The point we’re at now ain’t no way in hell could have once been the occupant in it’s place. I told you when we met things would be different. You’re beautiful would become the goddess of thorns. Very sharp with my tongue and my touch. You’re an ex now. A mere disappointment like the rest. Choosing to remove yourself when shit got too real. Then trying to come back like you were just playing. You fucked up. You shouldn’t have told me you’ve been preparing for your departure. Setting yourself up for an exit. And now you want to come back for some muthafucking say so? HA! You wish. You’re words hold less weight than a damn feather. Yes you feel disrespected, but so did the others in your position. How high should your expectations be when you done the ultimate betrayal? Don’t get me wrong, I don’t wish for anything bad to happen to you but then again I don’t have to, the favor will be returned one way or another….