I know we don't do much in the way of talking, but I have to ask you; did it work?
When you drug my name through the dirt, did it make yours feel just a little cleaner?
When you told our friends it was all my fault, did it take away at least some of the sting?
Did hating me work? Does it still?
Because I want you to know that I hope it does.
I hope everything you did and said took the pain of losing me away.
I hope the next girl hears about how horrible I was.
I hope the thought of me still makes you cringe, and I hope blaming me for everything took some of the guilt off yourself.
I hope you hold onto that hate.
I hope it's engraved into your soul and nothing can erase it.
Hate me for being okay without you.
Hate me for moving on, for ever leaving to begin with.
Scream about it. Tell anyone who will listen about it. Lie about it.
But when you're through, make damn sure it worked.