I dream of him
Of sticking up my middle finger in his face
Of slapping his bitch of a girlfriend
Of yelling at him all the ways he fucked me up and said he wouldn’t
Then I wake up and wish I could talk to him. But I can’t because he blocked me on facebook and I don’t even have his phone number. I keep the anger inside. I feel deceived and foolish and still I just want him to come back.