Fan Fiction ❯ A Repetition of History (or, An Ode to Sunny) ❯ A Repetition of History ( Chapter 1 )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

How can you look
At what you've done to me with so much pride?
You said you loved me -
I should have known that you would have lied.
 
I can't believe it,
After all the promises you made.
You swore me fealty,
How quickly could your memory fade?
 
I remember
The very first time I met you.
You needed help
And had nobody else to turn to.
 
I didn't know you
But I opened up and made you my friend.
It's funny-
Even then, I knew exactly how this would end.
 
Hell, I told you everything
About the girl from my past;
The `sister' who left me,
But you assured me that you would last.
 
And I believed you,
I swallowed all the bullshit you said
Never thinking
That in the end, I'd wish you were dead.
 
I am impressed, though,
This much I do have to say;
We never had sex,
But you managed to fuck me anyway.
 
Looking back, I have to know:
Do you think it's worth it?
Leaving me to go be sloppy seconds
For a piece of shit?
 
And then what?
I don't know why you can't see
That he will do to you
Everything that he did to me.
 
He'll use you, abuse you,
And leave you after he's done.
To you, it's love
To him, it's only sex and some fun.
 
He can't commit
To me, to Chris, to Lazzy, or you -
You think you're special?
I'm sorry, hon, but please get a clue.
 
He's never been loyal
After eight years, you think he'd have learned.
You know it's true
But you're so stupid that you want to get burned.
 
So I hope you have some fun
Before he tears you to shreds
And dumps your ass
So he can go climb into other girls' beds.
 
I'd like to pity you
And hope he doesn't hurt you, but
I pray you get what you deserve,
You lying, back-stabbing slut.
 
Maybe someday
I'll find it in myself to forgive
The shit you've done,
To offer peace; to live and let live.
 
But for now,
I want to see you in misery,
To look in the mirror
And hate the girl that you see.
 
To understand why your relationships
Always end the same,
Why no one loves you,
And you've only got yourself to blame.
 
Live with your decisions
Till the day that you die.
Look back on all the love I gave you
That you threw out, and cry.
 
Go through your days
In loneliness, pain, and strife;
You brought it all on yourself
Now go and have a nice life.