i told you to come here,
there's something important
i need to tell you.

You ignored me.

i told You i hate You,
that You are an *******
and that im breaking up with You.

You ignored me.

i told You
i loved You,
and wanted your love forever.

You ignored me.

i told You i needed You,
i wanted You,
and i stripped to my bare undergarments.
insecure, embarrassed, afraid, innocent
all foreign words to You.

You looked at me, caressed my cheek,
kissed me, molested me.

"I think I'm in love with you."


You ******* ruined me
and I'll always love you because of it
You blindfolded me
and showed me how to love someone
that is impossible to love
so don't act like you don't know I love you
and say I don't miss you,
as if you don't visit me in my sleep
and leave me in the morning
so I wake up thinking it was only a dream
and yet you scoff at that
as if I was only saying it to be cute
after you have replaced me
with fake friends
and some sweet and funny guy
you just met
after believing some *******
he might have said
that made you feel special
so you believed that it was real
so I listen for once and *moved on
drunkenly to the closest girl that made me forget about you
but why the hell would you care
when you've always pitied me as just some friend
when I was a jealous, selfish fool
who desperately wanted to be more than that
And don't mistake my vurnerability as a weakness
when I had always saw yours as an opportunity
to be brave enough
to find a love within one another
something we both desperately wanted
how badly at times I just wanted to grab your face
and wander helplessly within your eyes
and kiss you in a violent way
that made you realize how beautiful you are
where you'll never go another day in your life
feeling as though no one loves you
because in the back of your mind
you'll know I always will
but ****** you've already convinced yourself
that I'm not good enough
and I'll never be so I get it

I'm only a friend...

so once again you tell me to move on
as if I ******* could
so you can continue living your happy life
since you don't need me anymore
because after all

I was only a friend...

So I guess I'll just hear from you when you get lonely again...

Me: I hate you.
You: Don't use hate, that's such a strong word.
Me: Oh yeah, that's right.
You: (:
Me: morose tone I really, really, strongly hate you so ******* much. I loathe you. I just want to pulverize you to little pieces of dust, then burn those in the fiery pits of hell, and finally dance on those ashes. I have been tempted to break your spine, punch you in the face, **** you. Take all of your mother ******* blood and drink it instead of water.  Strap you down and slice my words onto your chest, with a knife in each thigh holding you down. And that's just the start. *smiles

step 1: de·ni·al
noun
the action of declaring something to be untrue.
i thought about sending you an email today.
i got through four drafts before i quit.
i haven't talked to you in three months. i haven't deleted your messages in three months. i haven't stopped thinking about you in three months. my heart is still synced with yours. it stopped beating 131,487 minutes ago. please leave a message after the beep.

step 2: an·ger
noun
a strong feeling of annoyance, displeasure, or hostility.
i'm glad you're gone. you were a house but you were never a home for me. i've moved three times since i left.
you shoved your fingers down my throat and left me retching in the snow, excuses tripping on their way out of your cherry bitten lips.
you made me your slaughterhouse, blood on my hands and heart.
i am made of too many things, a conglomeration the size of a galaxy, thirty people sewn into my skin. there is a hole in my chest the size of your fist. please leave a message after the beep.

step 3: bar·gain
verb
negotiate the terms and conditions of a transaction.
(maybe if i had loved you a little less you would have learned to love me back)

step 4: de·pres·sion
noun
severe despondency and dejection, typically felt over a period of time and accompanied by feelings of hopelessness and inadequacy.
i spent more time thinking about you than i ever did about myself. i'm not sure if this is selfish or selfless and i'm not sure if i know the difference. i hung up on you once and you didn't speak to me for a week and i'm not sure if this is love or hatred and i'm not sure if i know the difference. i haven't spoken to you in seven months. please leave a message after the beep.

step 5: ac·cept·ance
noun
agreement with or belief in an idea, opinion, or explanation.**
you told me that acceptance was the same as tolerance.
i don't think i believe you.
i haven't spoken to you in twelve months.
please leave a message after the beep.

Don't mess with hard-core otakus.

Okay, *******!
I'm sorry I'm too shy to do anything in real life,
too insecure to ask my love out,
to be in love with something so physical
Sorry I am not an arrogant self-centered ******* like you are,
that I am not confident and cocky.
Maybe I don't want people to look at me,
and judge, that I only want people to see my soul,
my personality.
But is that such a crime?
Hey, and what if everyone here is a stereotype, overplayed, overdone and fake? Looking for someone and something real is hard...
******* for calling me sweetheart, beautiful, then turning around and laughing with a friend about how I'm such a mess, talking to people in the internet on some random poetry website and for falling in love with someone's personality and soul, not just their looks, not like you who only wants a girl for her big *** and big *****, not to mention skinny *** waist and curves.
Well I'm ******* sorry (nope not really) that I like internet people,
with no judgements
like the ones you have written across your lips and constellated in your eyes.

Just do me a favor? I hope one day you will fall for a girl
with just a bit of soul, someone not a ***** for once,
and I hope she breaks your heart,
and that you will see what it's like to be with someone with a bit of spine and brain.
[walks away from him with one finger in the air]