You asked me to return some of your stuff… I wanted to cry and beg and punch you and throw myself in front of a bus…
I wanted you to just hug me, hold me tight and tell me everything would turn out ok.
I never thought those movie scenes where you walk around with a box filled with stuff your ex left behind and you need to return them would happen to me.
We got into a fight again, over some stupid thing that was more related to misinterpretation than an actual problem.
Our fights are more constant now, everything I say makes you angry.
And lately they always end up the same way, you calling me names and me crying until I fall asleep from exhaustion.
Then you ignore me for the longest time.
If you talk first, it’s cold and cruel.
If I reach out first, it’s usually met with your eyes rolling and a bored sigh.
When did we become this?
Why can’t you even address me with a little compassion?
Why don’t I deserve to at least be treated like someone you once cared for?