I've got something that could make you feel better.
She never really loved you.
She wore you out like her favorite pair of hipster jeans and her, "I'm a lesbo" shirt.
You were a good look;
Trendy.
But trends fade.
I know how to make you feel better.
Just write it off,
the portion of the relationship where she went through hoops to get you
was just like her applying to 10 schools in Portland because that's where all the hipsters live.
She purchased trips into your body like those tickets to Portland because she knew it's was where all the cool kids had been.
She lit up the first time she told me you were the prettiest girl in school.
The one everyone wanted.
She's graduated.
the peer pressure is gone so tell me,
who wants you now?
Do you ever wonder why the only picture she kept of you was the one when she had you on top of the dining room table?
How often did you feel like a piece of meat at a fine dining restaurant?
How often did she buy you just to show that she had the money?
Did you enjoy being a trophy wife so much that you could miss it now?
Do you even recall how often she didn't look at you when her hipster friends weren't around.
Or do you only remember the nights she polished you,
whispered sweet nothings in your ear so in the daylight you would shine your smile at her for everyone to see,
So that they'd know how happy she makes you?
Did you ever feel like hoax?
Could you tell when she was lying?
The way she used the word "rape" like it was something all her guy friends would inevitably do to her at a party,
like it was something only truly pretty girls experienced?
Did she talk down to you?
Did she tell you that the only reason all the douche bags at the party didn't finger you is because she was the only one to think you beautiful?
Did you believe her?
is that why you stuck around?
Have you heard her gay poem.
If so, when you listen to it,
can you sit through all the lies she's telling?
Do you consider her a good actor?
Or are you blind?
Did you even notice when intuition put you in a head lock and begged you to leave her,
did you think yourself too weak,
too unworthy,
too ugly.
Did she deceive you that much?
Or have you never known yourself without latching on to someone else?
Did she see you as prey before she descended,
did she know you were weak?
What do you think tipped her off,
was it the dyed hair or loose twat.
Or was it just because you were the prettiest girl in school.
The most trendy thing she could have asked for.
She never loved you.
So STOP crying.
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