I understand I upset you to the point of not wanting to be with me.
Can’t that be punishment enough for what I did?
Why do you have to keep texting me? You say something sweet that gives me butterflies and a false hope of you coming back to me, then you say something totally uncalled for.
Then I get to sit and cry for the rest of the night wondering how I could’ve been that stupid and really have expected you to want me back.
I get it, you’re mad. Stop doing this to me. Please.