Kristina.

A letter never sent, my truest form of exhaustion. at the very least my coldest moments fell in this week of sorrow. I do hope you enjoy and learn from my mistakes.

Interest

I swore to myself that the day would never come. I fell for her, Hard. She showed little to no interest and thats what drove me insane. Being coy and being a b***h is a very blurred line. What little motivation I had for my newly rejuvenating social life, was squandered by her unreliability. She would taunt me, responding once then leaving the conversation for god knows what reason. I finally had enough it was time to take a stand, no more patience, no more understanding, no more Mr. Nice guy. She didn't want that, she wanted to be treated like s**t, and who am I to hold that back from her. My innocent, and almost childish mindset having been disregarded and torn to pieces, was completely forgotten it was time for a different approach; A different “ME”. 

Author's Note

I do hope this motivates those who are sitting idly by and watching the one they love toss them to the side.Though I had forgot about this poem of mine, I find its message forever echoing in my subconscious, a message from one dark time in my life to this dark time. Well i hope you enjoyed :) - Shawn