Blast

Blast long poem

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You seem to think there won’t be anyone else like you.
Well, let me start by saying you’re dead wrong.
There will always be others
People come and go
Just like the tides

You seem to think I should be broken up about this.
Guess what?
I’m not
The idea of no longer being friends actually lifts a weight off my shoulders.
No more late conversations
No more inside jokes
No more dealing with your other half

I’m not petty or bitter
It’s time that all the truth was spilled
Abuse
Rape
Alcoholism
Self-harm
Invalidation of emotions
Being so far up someone’s ass you can’t see the issues in front of you.
That’s just the beginning

Weekly, no daily fights
Arguments over invalid things
Different values
Different goals
An illegal immigrant
Co-dependency issues
Every time you threaten him with leaving he pulls the suicide or moving away card.
Your dumb enough to go back
Shocking right.
There is more.

A mistake honestly is what he is.
A tinder mistake.
But you refuse to let go.
In your head he can be helped.
But his empty words are just that.
No effort made to change.
Same guy who bullies you.
Gets angry at you when you say your busy.
Gets angry when you don’t sit next to him.
A man who believes that you as a woman are less than him.
A man who won’t allow you to talk to people he doesn’t want you to.
But yet still has cheated on you multiple times.
Where is the love in this relationship?

Sticking to the facts through and through.
I don’t think you realize it, but your relationship is just toxic.
I told you from day one that there are lines you just don’t cross.
I’m a good friend but don’t think I don’t pay attention.
I just don’t say what I see all the time.
I don’t say what you have told me in confidence.
Until now.

You crossed the line.
Now get put on blast.
I’m not one to sit idly by and take that shit.
If I’m fake what does that make you?
I say what I feel and hold nothing back.

But your the one that sits on your phone.
Talking to a girl who you cut off.
Does that make sense?
See when you 86 someone that usually is it.
You don’t allow them back.
But you do and that’s your fault.
Honey you really don’t get it.
For a person who hated their roommate last year you’re exactly like her.
Something goes wrong and you immediately go to the next person who will listen.
Change the story to put yourself in better light.
But I have someone who was in the room that night.
This is all true and you can’t deny it.

Well now people know.
One blast down and a million to go.
So see ya around b*&ch.
You’ve been 86’d

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