You make me mad with the things you say, the things you do. "I can't stay mad at you," you state with a half-smile. You shrug and ask, "Is that bad?" I look at you in disgust but I say nothing. "I just can't stay mad at you." I look away and stare at the sun kissing the hills. "You have no reason to ever be mad at me," I think to myself, "not a goddamn reason. And yet, it seems like every blink of my eyes is an insult to you."
"It's just how I am," you reply when I point out that you get mad at nothing. I shake my head because no one is naturally an ass like you are.
When I see you I think of yelling "No quiero tener nada contigo!" Most of the time I don't even want to be your friend because you're not a friend. You're someone I talk to frequently; but most definitely not a friend. I look out my window to yell 'hey' at you and your response is to scream obscenities at the top of your lungs because, as you say often, "you would leave!"
Yes, I left. I left because I was doing nothing, I left because I don't want to waste all my time doing nothing with you. I don't want to spend time tolerating you. I don't want to see that shitty puppy dog face you use to beg me to let you hurt me. I don't want you, at all. I don't care anymore, I just don't want you. And even though you "can't stay mad" at me, I can. I can stay mad at you for all the stupid things you've done and continue to do. You act so big and bad but you're nothing but a pathetic child. You don't love me and I don't want you to; I want you to stop this charade. Stop pretending that there is something there because obviously, there is not.
I know what you want and I need you to listen to me, for once. I do not want the things you want. I do not love you and I will not love you. If you want to be my friend then quit acting like a merciless child and grow the fuck up. I hope you read this and understand completely or that you listen to the words that come out of my mouth when I tell you, over and over again. This needs to be the end.
