vent ! poem (sorta)

sometimes i miss him, sometimes i regret yelling at him. 

then i remember all the times he made me sit on his lap, all the times he got so unnecessarily close to me, all the times he'd breathe down my neck.

i remember all the times he ditched me to call his stupid online boyfriend.

the times he texted me at night and told me he'd off himself.

the way he would send me photos from inside an ambulance.

he wasn't even sad... 

he wanted the attention he was so fucked UP.

he treated me like trash.

he still does, but he tries to be all 'buddy-buddy'