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.