here's your epilogue (look at me, i'm the tragic heroine part 2)

a fake letter to a fake friend

i’m sorry i didn’t kick and scream

the tears were real

but the anger contained

two can play a game.

i’m sorry

(i ever got to know you)

maybe we’ll keep in touch

(you’re not the only hypocrite)

can’t return the spite

because honey, it’s just not right


you don’t deserve honesty.

on you, it’s a travesty;

a vulgar excuse for bitchery.

xoxo all the best

though i couldn’t care less.

you know a ‘fuck you‘ would’ve delighted you

but so do i.