No Word of a Lie This

Slept and thought about it….
I’ve NEVER met you but haven’t you flaked on me TWICE already?!
Weren’t you supposed to come over and didn’t or something
and I said then cool, cool uhm, I really don’t like flaky people
and then you told me in 50,000 ways that you were not like that, it was an accident, it was a mistake, it wasn’t your intention, and you wanted and needed and deserved another chance-
which I reluctantly gave
and then this last time, once I was comfortable once more
you said you were coming to see me after my birthday but you didn’t speak to me in any way or shape or form for 3 weeks after it…
and when you returned from the grave
BEGGING FOR MY ATTENTION AGAIN
wasn’t your whole spiel was that someone stole your phone conveniently
and then you told me in 100,000 ways that you were not like that, it was an accident, it was a mistake, it wasn’t your intention, and you wanted and needed and deserved another chance-
Now that I’ve rested… I wonder if
you remember how I thought you were some kind of scammer at the very beginning of all this communication and didn’t think you were real at all?
‘Member?
I’m no mind reader but I perceive negative things very clearly and quickly
and trying with people is hard as fuck for me and I keep trying
just to run across a beautiful lying entitled fake piece of shit like you
whom I’ve NEVER met in real life…

Boy…
Let me tell you something… I dunno what kind of sick shit you might be on
but please don’t think because I’m old I’m going to be anybodys plaything, phone penpal, puppy love puppet or sexting connection.
I used to chain people like you to closet doors blindfolded.
These days I stay away from con artists because I’m related to one.
I need to trust my own gut more true but I TOLD YOU THAT I DIDN’T BELIEVE YOU
and then you proceeded to put on a clown nose and big floppy shoes
and then you told me in 500,000 ways that you were not like that, it was an accident, it was a mistake, it wasn’t your intention, and you wanted and needed and deserved another chance-
Know this-
down underneath the muck of whatever it is in your being that you refer to as your soul
you can play with anyone you want to in this world
BUT ME
I will destroy anybody who tries to fuck me over with relish and glee.
Trying to trick me into anything is the same as trying to bargain with blood with a vampire.
So you better ask yourself if you really want to make me start investigating and remembering more, honeycakes.
This is me being measured, well rested, thoughtful and kind about the shit.
I will not be used or made a fool of and you’ve already ruined two chances and I only allow two.
A third chance can get you hurt.
I repeat, you are walking a tightrope suspended over a neverending lake of lava every single time you try to excuse your inattention, your mendacity, your inexperience and overstate your relevance.
I suggest you leave me alone completely, entirely and forever because I will NOT allow a third mistake.
How many times do I have to accept that you will not do what you say that you will before I am allowed to destroy you?
If you’re trying to abuse someone or play games with them I’m telling you
NOW
I’M THE WRONG PERSON FOR THAT.
Closing my eyes for just a short time allows me to focus
when they are open
on what matters.
And as far as I’m concerned you do not matter.
So you can take your excuses, you can take your pretty face, you can take your texts and please I didn’t mean its, and I promise my intentions are good, and fully shove them up your own little tight ass, climb the highest mountain that you can find, and jump off of it, using your bullshit as a parachute.
Go fuck over a hopeful person.
Have a good day.

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