cookiemunster

I would’ve preferred if you had just slept with me instead of telling I deserve better and you would be better than he ever was to me. I wish you had made so many promises under the stars that night when I felt so vunerably lost in your voice and the perfect words you kept whispering in my ear all night. You said you didn’t want to pressure me because I took my shirt off so fast and it freaked you out because you didn’t know that I was that fucked up. You didn’t know that I felt like a little sex doll around guys and I didn’t know how to behave. How would you know it’s not your fault after all. You didn’t make me the confused I datable whore I am. But you did tell me you wanted to respect me and be a gentleman along with so much more that made me grin like a child. And you actually talked to me the next day you even came to see me for fun. But then things started to spiral. I could tell you were retreating I know exactly what it looks like and you did it the most cowardly way possible. How could you know it would hurt me so much. Even though we were so short lived together it burned because you did everything you said you wouldn’t. You became him. It would’ve hurt less if you had fucked and left.