Layla Tripod. You stole a little peace of me and this is for you. You see, baby girl, I have this problem. As you could probably tell by the 12 days that we were together I have courage. I'm going to warn you because you picked the wrong girl to fuck with. My friends want to cause you some sort of physical harm and the girl who set me up with you tells me to let it go. My mother tells me "do what would make you feel better". So I'm going to do this just like I was taught by telling you everything. I haven't let myself forget what I am capable of, because I live and love like crazy just like I want to be remembered. Now sweetie, let's look at you. Because I know that I've got it together and if you think that this is my arrogance is speaking then tell your self-hatred and insecurity I say hello. I don't understand you, because I know that you have beauty and you've got this aura that could make anyone fall for you. The thing is, love, when you broke up with me in the middle of the 3rd floor hallway my friends insisted on calling you a shallow bitch. But me, being me, defended you as the ex-girlfriend faithfully. So I dealt with it like any teenage girl would; I called my mom, left school, and got myself a nice good old scoop of ice cream. It rained that day so I took that as a sign that I should wash you away as a lover. But I still insisted to my mother that I was going to be your friend because I don't know what's going to happen in six months. And I was sure. By the hope in your eyes and the tone of your voice that I would have to settle. And after my last heartbreak I promised myself that I would never settle for anything again. I broke a lot of rules when it came to you, Layla. I sent you a text that came from the charm that I used with Bella. Nothing. You did that a lot, actually. And for the last 5 or 6 days you never seemed to like texting your own girlfriend. My friends silenced my fears of getting broken first. So I tired. Baby, I spent hours worrying about you. Not the outcome of our relationship. It's your habits that worry me the most. So I sulked like the good teenager in me would, but I didn't curse the world because you "being too busy" and "not wanting a relationship" made sense. You made time for me before but I'll just fall back on the other reason. Until 2 days ago. I like your poetry. And you gave me your DA account. So I checked it on October 25th and you just seem just so... happy with your new love interest. You're not the first person who has handed me heartbreak and betrayal but you put the two together for the first time. I hope she's pretty. I hope that your life is filled with happiness and I hope that she's the only thing you're living for. Sweetheart I'm everything you'll ever want or need and the only way we'll speak again is if you give me one hell of an apology.