closure (timeloop pt. 2)
it's funny, really.
how much this has made me think of you.
it could've been worse.
i'll go through worse.
pulling the words from where i find them feels silly.
but then again, the reality of what you did was silly.
i hope you felt that same hatred. truly, i do.
i hope you suffered and are suffering.
i hope that crawling, scratching, haunting, lingering, searing guilt never fades.
or i hope you're dead.
ha. i'll be pretty disappointed once i learn you're not.
and once again i find myself wishing i never met you.
back where it all started.
when my trust was new and exciting to you. innocent and naïve you let me fester in the cavity in your chest.
its not guilt anymore, nor remorse.
its just an emptiness for me to feed off of.
bitter.
disgusting.
words from the soulless pixels of something we shared.
fuck you forever.
i'm going to keep moving.