Leaving that jerk behind.
For once I finally muster the courage to leave the man that always belittle me.
He’s a jerk , yet he doesn’t feels that he’s being a jerk.
He hurts my pride , yet he feels he’s did nothing wrong.
He thinks I’m too emotional which he’s unable to handle my emotions.
Once a jerk always a jerk.
I made my way to the exit because he’s not sorry for what he have done to me.
Too emotional , too crazy , too rational , too weird.
He never liked me for once.
Again and again he broke my fantasy ,
I had to leave cause it’s too painful to continue.
I stayed because I was holding on to that one particular memory – my favourite memory of him.
However , that’s the only time and the only favourite of him.
Now it’s gone.