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why don’t you meddle with her words
even though they’re fine as they are?
you know you’ll only wind her up.
it’s almost as though you want to.
she put a lot of time into that
and you blew it down with such ease,
like the big bad wolf and the fragile
houses of the three little pigs.
you wicked monster.
you know the she didn’t read it once,
and twice could never be enough.
she read it a hundred times in her search
for the perfection that she‘ll never see.
those beautiful words that you jumbled up...
you made her poor head spin when
you knew it was already spinning,
even though she said it wasn't.
you sick tease.
why don’t you show her your arrogance?
why you don’t you make her despise you?
now’s a great time to prove that you’re the
thoughtless bitch, you always said you are.
why don’t you send her to bed hating you?
send her to sleep thinking ’bitch’ and wondering
why she even values you so much as a friend?
could you imagine why? i can’t imagine why.
you are a total nobody, after all.
stony silence or nineteen to the dozen?
there is an in between, you know.
you don’t have to have an opinion on everything
nor express them in the manner by which you do.
more soul, more heart, more emotion...
more salt in her wound, more like.
more uncertainty and worry and
insecurity and anxiety.
you condescending bitch.
it’s funny, because you can be so sweet
sometimes. so sweet it makes me proud.
but then you show the side
that even you confess to detesting.
you know that you hurt her,
and it hurts you to know it,
yet you still make the same mistakes
again and again. you just never learn.
you stupid, stubborn fool.
why don‘t you make her feel small
and insignificant and inferior?
why don’t you make her poor head
spin uncontrollably into a frenzy?
you just had to interfere, didn’t you?
you just couldn’t leave it alone.
you had to take it to the extreme,
like you always do.
you make me sick.
they should put you on a cross and crucify you.
(you know that she won’t like that allusion,
yet you still leave it there, flashing like a blue light,
even though you could go back a line and delete.)
you don’t delete though, you never do .
and it’s such a crying shame
because, if you did, maybe a lot of
headaches would never have been born.
you just don't get it.
i hope you’re happy with yourself now.
i hope you’re thinking about how much
of her precious time you’ve gobbled up.
and you weren’t even there to enjoy it.
hang your head in shame for having
such audacity, such impudence.
just one remark, three sentences at most...
the judge thinks you should get life for that.
you’re going down, darling.
they'll lock you up and throw away the key.
you're a menace to society, i'm afraid.
with your wicked tongue which you
use before you've thought what you're saying.
so, now i hate you. now you hate you.
now she hates you. now we all hate you.
so answer me one question:
why the hell would she want to live with you?
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