I’m not mad that you went back to her.
I’m disappointed about the false hope.
I’m not mad that I didn’t get a fair chance.
I’m upset that I let my guard down. I‘m not mad that you promised a future. I’m wretched after watching what you projected to me slowly crumbled.
I’m not mad that I was led on.
I’m disgruntled by how fast I fell.
I’m not mad that I was used. I’m frustrated for turning every red flag you waved into white innocence.
I’m not mad at you.
I’m beside myself in anguish, caused by my own choices.