Dear fuck head.

It's not that i got over you quickly. well, rather, i wouldn't have but you made me that way. a lie is a lie, no matter how serious.

you made me so mad, i forgot everything i ever felt for you.
well, rather, i got over it in moments.
and as i told you to get the fuck out, i didn't regret it one single bit.
and i still don't.

i've met a boy who will treat me right.
and he makes me happier then you EVER did.
he's just so genuinely wonderful,
he makes me so happy i could cry.
i always had to be dressed up, makeuped up to feel beautiful in front of you.

the thing is, he wakes me up in the morning, with my hair out of wack, my makeup running, and my baggy pjs.

and still, he wakes me up whispering "good morning beautiful"


i'm sorry, but you don't compare.
i don't think you ever could.


he has a bigger heart then you,
he would never lie to me,
and he dosn't make me feel like i need to be better then i really am.

tough luck, fucker.
don't even try to make me feel bad,
don't even try to get back with me.
it's not working.