Maybe writing these are helping me go through the stages of grief.

Because now my face is getting hot.

My blood is boiling.

I. Am. Angry.

I deserved better.

I deserved a heads-up,

A warning,

A sign; 

Anything other than what you did to me. 

Why did I beg so hard for you to stay,

When you never wanted to stay?

This is a repeat of what's happened in the past;

Not with you, but almost the same.

Which is why I don't believe you're coming back,

And why I am SO angry.

I wish so many things were different.

I wish we were just better.

But wishes never come true.

I am upset at how it ended up like this.

At how you let everyone influence you to this point;

That you couldn't have made this decision yourself.

That we couldn't get through this together, as a relationship should.

You're mean, cruel.

I still want you, but I don't want how you keep treating me.

How you keep forgetting important things like dates,

The things I want like letters,

Just being together.

I am angry.

You are mean.