I blindly opened my heart to you, thinking you were a good man in a bad place, but I was so wrong. As it turns out, you are a man in a bad situation that you created all on your own. You blame everyone around you for the bad things that you constantly bring onto yourself, you blame everyone but the one who is truly at fault…you. You’ve become a professional at lying to everyone around you because you’ve been lying to yourself for so long. You have no problem manipulating, hurting, and belittling those around you to make you feel superior about yourself.

Ever heard of the King Midas, you know the king whose touch turned everything to gold? Well, you have a similar talent hidden deep within you, but unlike Midas, your touch turns everything to shit. You are alone because you’re a pathetic, small man who ruins everything he touches. You are so selfish; you spend your spare time destroying people without the smallest consequence. You tell a good story about how your ex broke your heart and how all you want is a family and a woman to love and love you, but the truth is that you don’t have the slightest idea how to love anyone other than yourself. I’m so pissed at myself for looking past all the bright red warning signs that flashed before my eyes. I’m mad because I let you convince me that people are just “out to get you” and would cause drama if I told them about our relationship. I am mad because I’m smarter than this, I’m smart enough to see through your bullshit and lies, but I didn’t. You always talked about the fact that you weren’t smart and that I made you feel dumb, but I always made it a point to tell you how intelligent you were. Maybe I was wrong, maybe you were right when you said you weren’t intelligent, because smart people understand how important it is to leave the world a better place than it was when you entered it, I know I will.

There were moments when I knew I needed to leave you alone, but I didn’t want to, I stood my ground, refusing to abandon you. I wanted to give up so many times and maybe I should’ve, but I didn’t because I knew relationships take work. All I asked for in return was for you to try as hard as I did, to trust and believe in me, but you didn’t. You dropped me and ran as soon as it started to look rocky and you couldn’t control the situation any longer. Your inability to commit and connect shows how weak you truly are.

You’ll miss me, I know you will. You’ll miss me as much as I miss you right now and it’ll hurt. You’ll miss me in the eyes of the women who don’t truly see you, in the hands that don’t feel you, and in the hearts of the women who don’t truly care the way I did. Someone will come along and treat you the way you treated me and you won’t know what to do.