Revenge
by Alyssa Fallavolitti
We were happy, but then you stomped on my goddamn heart. And like the fucking idiot I am, I forgave you. But that’s what I wanted you to think. I’ll admit, at first, I wanted to believe you’d change. At first, I wanted to give you another chance, but all those words you said to me replayed in my mind like a broken record. All the bruises on my body told me there was no hope for you. And like the selfish bastard you are, you thought you had the upper hand in our relationship, but it was me all along. It was all about me. Your mood, our conversations, and our love. It was all. About. ME. But to outsiders, it looked pure. That cruel stunt that you pulled was supposed to be our end, but you decided you wanted me to suffer more. But the joke was on you; prick, because I wasn’t done with you either. I made sure you felt like shit day after day, as I did. I made sure to break you down, as you did to me. I did everything in my power to dig that same knife you stabbed into my back into yours, deeper and deeper, feeling all the pain I had felt, but worse. So much worse. I made sure everyone knew how much of a shit person you are and how no one should deal with your “love” or trust you with their heart like I did. Yet here I am again, back into your grasp. Back into the palm of your manipulative hand. I guess I must be pretty fucking masochistic to put myself through this pain again, but don’t get the wrong idea, my heart will not be so easily crushed this time. There’s no love, feelings, or lust for you. I’ve just decided you haven’t gotten a proper dosage of your own medicine. This is simply round two of my revenge.
