You hurt me. I hate that I let you. I read over your last text and now I see it with new eyes...more pessimistic ones. You're so wishy-washy. Why did you think it was okay to leave me in the dark? Is it because I'm a woman? Is it that you'll only deal with boys?
You must have been annoyed to hear from me then. It's not like you to give me the last word. It made me feel empty and unimportant. I knew something had changed. No more Mr. Nice Guy or something? I don't think you'll ever understand how sweet this taste from the gods in my mouth is now that you've shown me who you are. Your machismo has made it so that I can sit quietly right here in my corner of the earth. I don't think you get how comfortable this spot is for me. I'm not like other women. I don't need you.
It feels like a burden's been lifted, now that the ball is definitely in your court. I'll never walk over to your side for some attention. I'm still right here tending to my flowers and growing a soul. I like knowing my place. You didn't have to put me in it... You don't deserve to hear from me, or for me to accommodate you. I don't deserve to be lathered in your ego. I don't care. I have my own money. I'm a classy lady. I lather myself up just fine with my bubbles. You can't imagine all the places I can go to all by myself.
I've been ignored by those people who claim to care about me the most. I've been overlooked. I've been an after thought. I've been second choice. I've been too short. Not pretty enough. It's all helped bring me to this place of realization, the realization that I'm too good for them. I'm definitely too good for you.
I'll be sure to remain quiet and silent. After all, it's in my nature to wait. But it's not in yours. So you'll wait...and wait forever. I'll give you a taste of your own medicine without ever giving you a taste...
