Disbelief courses through me as I process what you said,
every part of my mind stunned at your self-obsession.
I’m nothing without you?
Please,boy,are you blind?
Who’s repetitive calls,
constant messages,
and never-ending pleas have plagued me this past week?
In the beginning I answered,
not wanting to leave you in the dark,
aware of your mental instability.

But as you continued the ritual,
I knew I had to stop.
What good was it doing to listen to what I’d already heard?
All you’d do was beg for me to take you back,
and now I am nothing without you?
You cried for hours,
claiming that you could not live without me,
and when I did not give in,
you finally realized that you weren’t getting my pity or guilt.
You no longer control me,
I’m no longer your outlet for pain.
Get over it,
and next time,
take your drama somewhere else.