Go Fix Yourself

I know you don't care.
Don't you dare pretend,
as the words exit your lips
with malicious fervor.

I have a thought.

Fuck you.
Fuck your feelings.
Fuck the bullshit you feed me
as I try to make you happy.
As I try to help you
with your own problems.

I'll be successful.
I'll be fine.
Will you?

Yeah, I'm speaking my mind.
Something you cannot do,
except when it comes to
breaking me down.
All the while, I can't even
fucking joke with you
without getting slapped.

Maybe you need a raging asshole.
Someone who will challenge you,
and not put up with your tendencies.
Someone who will break up with you,
waiting for you to crawl back,
tears and all.

Here's another thought, baby.
Grow some fucking balls,
and tell me how you really feel.
Break it off.

Go fuck Alec.
It'll be good practice for Davis
when you'll realize the "college experience
as it drips off your face.

Maybe you'll be happy one day
when you marry a rich doctor,
a successful man by society's standards.
A man who will eventually
bore you to tears.

I remember when you said
society was bullshit.
Apparently it's not.

But you're young.
You'll learn.

Make your mistakes;
I can already see them from here.
Learn from them,
and regret you ever fucking lost me.