11:30pm, message to X:

I’m out here smoking my soul out.
Did you think of me when you left the door open?
Did you consider how cold it gets over night?
I tried to give you everything I had, but I guess that wasn’t enough.
Now I’m out here smoking my soul out.
Like some goddamn idiot.
You’re a coward for leaving, and you know it.
Couldn’t face me after that scene you made, huh?
After you crawled over the couch,
the carpet, the living room floor, the table,
begging for attention?
After you chewed on my thumb like a toothless old cat? After we fucked?
Well, I will find a way to move on.
Until then try not to kill anyone.

11:53pm, message to X:


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