to the boy
to thr boy who couldn't take no for an answer
you ruined my view on sex
you made me feel dirty
you guilt tripped me into it
you didn't take no as an answer
you constantly asked
you only texted me when it benefited you
i tried my best to make it work
i texted you every day
i went one week without texting you
i tried ending my life in that week yet
you didn't check on me
you utilized the fact that i wasn't in the right state of mind
but you can't be blamed for everything
i was numb and scared of you leaving
i was tired of the constant "you should come over"
i gave in and then you ghosted
but first you told me that
i depended on you for happiness too mcuh
you tore me down as a person just to build yourself up
but its ok minuteman fuck you
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