forgave you a thousand times,
tried to understand every scar you’ve left me,
you still text me with the sole purpose
of breaking my heart.
You don’t have anything to say besides that one sentence,
the one piece of information, that you know
will hurt me.
So I’ll forgive you a thousand more times,
smile at you,
and you will blatantly prove
that the only things you have to say to me are
That I never made you happy
that you’re scared of me,
that you’re moving in
with someone else.
You tell me that you went to Chicago,
and put it out there,
“YOU DON’T MEAN