What do you deserve?

Nothing.

From me, from anyone.

You don’t deserve anger

You don’t deserve sadness

You don’t deserve pity.

You deserve the nothingness

The stupor that flushed over me

When you broke the only thing I ever let you take care of.

And you certainly don’t deserve this after what you did.

But I’m giving you this,

The gift of information.

Information that will set fire to your insides

And curl your fingers into fists;

But it will be something more than nothing.

I have moved on.

Now someone else has taken over.

To give me butterflies

To make me smile

To keep me warm at night.

And I hope this information hurts you

Not for my own vengeful needs,

But for your own need to hate me

To move on.

So please do.