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I read the messages
over and over,
laced with
cruel delight.
I mean,
I asked for it
I asked to get stabbed
to bleed out.
Well.
Sort of
He told me I was
fucked in the head.
That she wasn’t
there.
So I asked her if she was there.
And honey, she was.
He told her how sick it was that
I was imagining
that she’s existed
How sick he was of me spiraling
when he said it
was
all
in
my
head
She told me with
pure delight
how they talked
every day
about
me
And it took her four
seconds to post a
victory poem
on their other
site
after she pulled my guts out
It bet it made her feel alive
To know he was literally
gaslighting me
about her.
That’s a special kind of sick.
To watch another woman
get her ass beat
and flick your clit
waiting for your turn
because
“He really loves you.”
That’s a a different brand
of crazy,
mean bitch
But you know.
Since I’m telling secrets
she started as his wingman
when they both came here
two years ago
and pretended to like me
Because Betty used to be an icon
and he wanted
to fuck
an icon
She came along
to make sure
he didn’t get
emotionally involved
Then they talked
shit about me
when he made
it balls deep.
But.
Legally, she’s an accomplice.
That all makes her
as much of an
emotional
rapist
as him
You know?
I loved him
so I let it go
back then.
Stupid me.
But her funny jokes
About the gaps?
They’re on her
because she’s
his only
option
a man who emotionally
abuses women without
caring about her,
who needs a
source....
and nothing else
And she’s his end game:
A woman who would
hold another woman’s
wrists down,
and then cum
on her pain
And I think
That’s
Fitting
over and over,
laced with
cruel delight.
I mean,
I asked for it
I asked to get stabbed
to bleed out.
Well.
Sort of
He told me I was
fucked in the head.
That she wasn’t
there.
So I asked her if she was there.
And honey, she was.
He told her how sick it was that
I was imagining
that she’s existed
How sick he was of me spiraling
when he said it
was
all
in
my
head
She told me with
pure delight
how they talked
every day
about
me
And it took her four
seconds to post a
victory poem
on their other
site
after she pulled my guts out
It bet it made her feel alive
To know he was literally
gaslighting me
about her.
That’s a special kind of sick.
To watch another woman
get her ass beat
and flick your clit
waiting for your turn
because
“He really loves you.”
That’s a a different brand
of crazy,
mean bitch
But you know.
Since I’m telling secrets
she started as his wingman
when they both came here
two years ago
and pretended to like me
Because Betty used to be an icon
and he wanted
to fuck
an icon
She came along
to make sure
he didn’t get
emotionally involved
Then they talked
shit about me
when he made
it balls deep.
But.
Legally, she’s an accomplice.
That all makes her
as much of an
emotional
rapist
as him
You know?
I loved him
so I let it go
back then.
Stupid me.
But her funny jokes
About the gaps?
They’re on her
because she’s
his only
option
a man who emotionally
abuses women without
caring about her,
who needs a
source....
and nothing else
And she’s his end game:
A woman who would
hold another woman’s
wrists down,
and then cum
on her pain
And I think
That’s
Fitting
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