The fucking nerve of you.

Constantly pressing me harder and harder, wanting me to explode so you don’t have to take the fall.
Twisting my words and turning them right at me instead of facing them yourself.
You are low person in life, it’s sad, because you were/could still be the greatest thing i’ve ever seen in my life.

I mean hell, you fucking saved my life.
There will never be a time where i don’t see you in a bright light.
But god you have fallen, still above everyone, but fallen outright.

You have no right to talk about me running my life if you have ignored me for 2 months straight, not even gave a damn about me for 2 months.
You have no right to speak for me.
I’ve done nothing but missed you and wish i could fix things with you.
Then you tell me i could have talked to you at any time?
God, the nerve of you.