Fight

You rotting wood...

It hurt.

I got a love letter before.

Yes...someone loved the sociopath.

I showed it to you...

To which jealousy consumed you,

And you took the letter, ripping it up,

And stepping on it.

Yelling at me;

“YOU REALLY THINK ANYONE WOULD EVER WRITE THIS TO YOU!???”

It stung.

[Their name] you hurt me.

I really believed that I might mean something to someone...

But you were right.

The letter turned out to be a prank.

But for that...how could I EVER forgive this rotting piece of wood you became???

You and me.

Me and you.

We fought.

When we were both alone...

We fought.

You attacked my legs, trying to pull me to the ground.

I came at your eyes, and left a huge scar on your forehead.

You rotting piece of wood...

You hurt her.

And she now hurt you.

It still echoes in her mind every night.

“You really think anyone would ever write this to you!!???”

And that’s why I hate love.

This rotting piece of wood hurt me,

And then we fought.

Physically fought.

Well...

It hurt.

Life hurts.

When you have no one.

But...

At least they know to never do such a thing to me again.

The fight we had was worth it.

Yeah, you hurt my knees.

But your words hurt me more...

And scarred me a lot longer than I wanted.