i knew going back would be an issue.
you’ll never feel comfortable the second/third/tenth time around.
as much as you’ve “talked about it”,
nothing ever changes.
some folks just don’t change as much as you’d want them too.
it’s just a honeymoon phase,
a few rounds of make up sex,
and social media status updates.
i got a text today from my friend who went back to their abuser:
“i think he is cheating on me.
i’m about to trash this whole crib…”
you’re risking jail time for an “aint shit/good for nothing”?
as much as i’ve been:
…and other fuck shit,
you’ve never heard of me seeking revenge.
i was hurt about all of those situations,
but i picked up my “L” and moved on.
all those who did me wrong are trash anyway.
they may have met new folks to rub in my face,
but those brief encounters all crashed and burned.
they’ve end up ruining themselves and i didn’t have to lift a finger.
what they forgot was they can’t change their triflin ways.
they burned those bridges and made a new gang of enemies.
no use in getting revenge or outing anyone.
someone else much more unstable will do it.
so i stopped them from trashing the crib,
but i don’t think they’re leaving just yet.
there was no evidence of cheating besides the voices in their head.
you know the ones that have you paranoid without any reason.
all the reasons going back to anything toxic just isn’t worth it.
you’ll drive yourself crazy trying to prove yourself right.