You didn't trust me with her alone. 

Maybe you shouldn't. 

You both picked me up around two in the afternoon, I was expecting you at two-thirty. 

You asked me a question about a text I had sent the night before. 

Saying that I was like her, the one you married, I drank.

I did, but not much to not remember a thing.

Maybe a shot that tasted like coconut mixed with a whole can of sprite soda. 

You assumed because I didn't remember what I texted at ten fifty-nine at night.

You know I don’t remember much without alcohol in my system. 

I want to do other things too. 

I want to taste what drugs are, if they make people feel good. 

They did, then I found out I had scabs on my tongue made by the sides of my teeth. 

I hurt myself without meaning to. 

It was worth it, to be like you for even a night.

I want to do it again, and again.

It was exhilarating. I felt like I was breaking the biggest law. 

I technically did.

The rush I felt….it was amazing. 

The burn after the first hit, I had to take a break before the second and third one. 

I coughed on the last one and laughed throughout the night. 

I've wanted to feel like that for so long. 

You may not trust me or other people as you say. 

I know soon in the future you'll find out somehow. 

You seem to find out almost everything. 

Blame me then yourself and talk about your past and your problems. 

But that's the problem with you. 

I don’t care about your problems, you throw them around like an excuse ticket.

You only think about yourself, only talk about yourself. 

Me.

Me

Me.

That's all it ever is, I've grown sick of it. 

This is called retaliation, and I love it.