Truth no. 3

He’s been calling,texting me the usual how-are-you’s that are always full of emptiness and devoid of care.

I never answer-I can’t.

My heart is already too shattered to be broken again.

“What do you want to say to him?” you once asked when we were both high and drunk

and I remember chocking back on my words, unable to speak

so instead I just closed my eyes and wished

that he would apologize for being a hypocrite my entire life, knowing all along that the day would never come.

He has no depth for apologies.

He doesn’t care for them at all unless they are directed towards him-

my favorite narcissist.

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