Day 196

This isn't fun for me, you know.
I bet you like to think
That I love to make you hurt
That I hold grudges.
That I tell my friends everything
And recount my past with you.
I bet it makes you feel better
For the shit you've done to me.
You know what?
I have nothing poetic to say to that but
Fuck you.
I bleed when you cut me
I cry when you hurt me
I'm a living, breathing person
Who has more feelings than you'll ever know.