Currently listening to: toxic till the end – ROSÉ
I’ll never forgive you for one thing my dear
You wasted my prettiest years
Back then
When I was running out of your place
I said I never wanna see your face
I meant
I couldn’t wait to see it again
We were toxic
If our relationship had an album, it would be this: rosie
- like a bull, I charged headfirst into all the red flags, they weren’t even pink flags
- I ignored my instincts even when I knew better
- never physically abusive to each other but I got pulled into playing chess mind games when I didn’t want to participate
- gaslighting at its finest
- unable to DTR
- had me benching him and then others for him
- funny how this would have never happened if he wasn’t handsome, knew how to rizz a girl up, and was sexually impressive
I found a rough draft of a old blog post I wrote about him in one of the e-mails I was using at the time. After reading it, I wanted to punch myself in the face. Who was this girl? Pendeja.
“A few days ago, he promised to give me a big hug at my request. I was having a shitty ass day and wished he was close by to offer me a hug that day but he wasn’t. I would have to wait for it. I was eager to see him and to feel his body close to me. I loved the way it felt, it made me feel safe and happy the way our bodies molded into one another.”
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