F u c k b o y

Dear f u c k b o y,

It’s not cool. You know, to treat a girl like she’s everything and more. To learn all of her secrets, insecurities and to use them against her. Listen, I’m not mad that you didn’t like me enough. You could have told me or let me down nicely. Instead, I’m wondering was I not pretty enough? Was I too boring? I was shy around you...are you intimidated by the softness of my voice? Wasting my time was all apart of your plan - wasn’t it?

You claim to be the realest. You’d never lie or beat around the bush. But love, that's all you do. All of a sudden you have a girlfriend. Oh but I thought you weren’t looking for one of those? Might tarnish your reputation because you’re "oh so cool". Give me a break. You look for broken girls - they’re easy for you to manipulate. You’re not man enough to win a girl over by being yourself. Lying comes naturally for you due to your lack of conscience. You’re a soul sucking leech. You prey on the innocent, the helpless, and the ones who would do  a n y t h i n g  for you. You still have the nerve to call me - where’s your girlfriend? We don’t need to catch up; remember, you didn’t want me. You didn’t break my heart, it was like that when you came in. I won’t give you that satisfacation. Boys like you get off on that shit.

The truth is, I was too much for you in every sense. Too loving, too giving, willing and too good. I wasn’t able to lower my standards. We both know I’m not mediocre. You’re the best thing I never had, Beyonce said it first. Here's you're 15 minutes of fame, this is the last thing you'll ever get from me. You're welcome.

P.S. I hope you’re blessed with three daughters. Maybe then you’ll learn how to treat a woman. 

Love, 

Darian