All the things I left unsaid

I know that being cool with anything was more than likely your favorite thing about me
When I vented to you I installed a filter but you never returned the favor
Your insults were toxic fumes willfully undetected
I wanted to feel the whisper of your voice without the interruption of the alarms
Why didn’t I listen?
And while I know you’re gone now, and I left you for the warmth
I’ve been conditioned to want to suppress the fact that your presence in my life was nothing but cold,
I know that it’s for the best that we no longer exist in the same atmosphere,
I rose above you in the heat of the moment and expanded myself to be the bigger person in your presence but I can’t deny the fact I still think about you sometimes
There’s no sound reason as to why I still feel the bitter cold nipping at my ears chilling me to my core,
But I do,
and I hate it.

I still resent the f**k out of you.