You just couldn't let me be nice to you, could you? 

You just couldn't let me be happy, could you?

I had wanted to love you, support you, be there for you, be yours... and you wouldn't let me.

Now, I can't stand you. 

You had done me so wrong. You had kissed me, loved on me, touched me... 

You had lured me with your words, hypnotized me with your touch, had me lie due to your kindness. It was that type of kindness that I had never received from a man before. The type of kindness that had made me feel like I was the only girl in the world and that I was the luckiest.

You had then became distant, started avoiding my messages and responding when you wanted to, after long hours claiming that you were "busy" when the ones you were hanging out with said that you weren't. Social media even told on you and you weren't busy. You started playing those childish boy games when I thought you were a man. 

Now, you make me sick, you're full of shit and I can't stand you.

You blamed my mother for the reason why we didn't work and then changed it around to make it seem like it wasn't really a big deal and that this was a mutual decision, but no, it was a, you decision because I didn't want this. I had just agreed to it because I will never beg a man to be with me and if you don't want to be with me then it's fine and I'm guessing everything happens for a reason and you couldn't do shit for me anyway. 

I then found out through the wind that you had been with someone else and you wanted to keep it a secret from me. Really bro? Very mature. Just know that at this point, there's no more level of upset that you can make me feel so I don't care what you do. I am disappointed though because I don't know why you wanted to hide it from me... it was the damn guilt. You no good fool and yet, you wanted pity. 

I at least thought after all the "genuine" crap you said that you would be decent enough, human to human to tell me the truth instead of me hearing it from someone else but I was wrong...and you're a liar and you continued to lie and for that, I can't stand you.

After enough back and forth, pain and discomfort, we made amends... for the sake of what you were now going through and because I'm such a nice person and a part of me just couldn't let you go.  The games you played never got old but they got worse when you asked to hook up again after everything you've said and done to me.... really bro? Really? You must take me for a damn fool but maybe I am one because I actually thought about saying yes, but then all that pain you gave me after you said you wouldn't hurt me came back and haunted me. Your words hurt me more than your actions did. 

Now, we're "friends" even though I still feel some type of way sometimes especially when you keep playing your childish games and starting unnecessary drama. I can't wait until you move.