Did you even think of me when you typed that as a title?
Your only consideration of me can only be passed off as small talk,
Hope you are okay and doing great at uni.
If you really cared you wouldn’t have sent me an email at 8:57 AM. You can think about me but forget it instantly. Like I do with you.
Your one-sided conversation turns back to what you want and how
I miss our chats
Give up! You don’t miss that, you miss your control. I’m sick of seeing you pop up on my phone, facebook, skype, email etc. You will always want more. An email, a call, facetime, a picture, live masturbation, sex. I know how you work. We’ve done this time and time again.
Why don’t you have the gall to say what you really want or that you don’t really love your girlfriend. Because how can you when behind her back you keep wanting me?
I don’t have a girlfriend
Don’t lie to me, I’m not stupid. I know, I’ve always known.
I’ve let you go and I feel like someone who was struggling underwater, who was falling from the blue to the black. But my instinct kicks in and I swim to the sun to come back up for air.
But your return keeps trying to push me back under.
We should talk Lauren.
Why are you ignoring me????
I can still see the distorted light. When I can feel myself giving up. I have someone who will jump in and pull me back up and take me back on the sand. When I shake from fear, wraps their warm body around me and just tell me they are there,
-It’s okay, I’ve got you.
but in your eyes, you’ve done nothing wrong. In that case take this in, how every time we parted ways after you manipulated me for sex. I curled up on trains, buses, my bed. With wet eyes and red welts on my arms from my own hand, nails dug in waiting for the sting.
You want it really!
Just one last time.
You know you enjoy it, we’re good together.
Come on Kitten, for me.
You can trust me. I am the only one who 100% believes in you.
Needing that pain to be physical became a thing with me. How I ended up taking a craft knife and carved lines into my hips -blood peeking through, like small jewels on a string. Where your hands went when you fucked me.
What the fuck is wrong with you?
Nothing now, I have better control over my emotions. But I still have your disgusted face lingering in my head when I tell people, what I am thinking and I apologise for being human.
-You don’t have to say sorry for getting emotional!! Ever!
Don’t come back. Paddling in the shallows is enough. I can run out, walk away, with someone who cares.