F**k you, two.

more anger.

F**k him. F**k his poor attempt at home decor. F**k his oven, which I never left on. F**k his pajama pants and his bathing suits. F**k his stupid words and f**k him for thinking he could put them out there with no consequence. F**k the drama he said he hated, but was always too eager to hear. F**k his lies and the fight, which I don't give a s**t about anymore. F**k his sorry show of compassion and protectiveness. Its all fake. He's an a*****e and a tool and a prick and he doesn't deserve to come out the bigger person. F**k him for stringing her along. F**k him for telling you.

Which brings me to you. F**k your defined jaw bone and your blue eyes and your smile and your laugh. F**k you for thinking I was self-assured enough to not need the words, regardless of their volume compared to that of your actions. F**k your bed. F**k the closet you always insisted on changing in. F**k your entire apartment. F**k your supposedly good intentions. F**k you for leaving me guessing. F**k you for leaving. F**k you for getting mad when I guessed wrong. F**k whatever he said, though I've never given you much of a reason to trust me. F**k the messages you're sending her. You have no right to pass judgement. I fucked up, but I owned up to it and apologized so f**k you for not excepting that.

F**k him for seeming trustworthy. F**k you for making me like you. 

Reviews

[Dennis Shanaberg]

Well, this is definitely a good example of what I believe is called anaphora. In other words, the repetition was done pretty well. Because while you opened each and every statement with it, you were able to display some other aspect of the emotion you were feeling. You start with the more petty things, but it evolves into what really drives the emotion. This progression is often what we find when we are angry, or feeling any emotion of passion. Us being pissed about smaller things, before we truly discover the whole of what is causing it.
An excellent piece. The emotion was wholly palpable.