hurt heartbroken, hell really hath no fury like a woman scorned.
I’m passive aggressive like it’s an Olympic sport.
I have so many saved heartbreak quotes that I can toss one out at a moment’s notice.
I will share every single sad song lyric like a DJ spinning tracks at a club.
I plot revenge like an author plots their story.
I lash out.
I’m petty to Nth degree.
I talk a lot of smack for someone who is crying behind every post.
I give an illusion of no fucks given as I wipe tears away from my eyes, and wondering what I did wrong.
I silently pine for you to apologize and ask to make up while I’m silently cussing you out as I scroll through your page.
I hope you wonder who I’m going out with, when I share a snap of me “getting ready for tonight 💋✌” when it’s just for show and I’m actually curling up with takeout and a sad romantic movie.
And then I apologize, whether it’s my fault or not.
I all but beg you to talk to me.
I try to tell you that we can make this work, just believe me.
Just take the risk again.
I show the tears I’ve been hiding.
I replace the heartbreak posts with inspirational ones.
This could be us again.
But the damage is done now.
You hate yourself for hurting me like this.
You tell me I deserve better.
You tell me goodbye before I’m ready.