Lie to me, I promise I'll believe.
Lie to me, but please don't leave...
I would've rather had you stick around under false pretenses than cut me out of your life like the fool you are. Now I'm angry and bitter. I wish you hadn't shown your face again. With you gone, I was willing to sweep it all under the rug and leave it there for good. But no, I can't do that. I'm a nice person. Too nice. My infinite fucking patience is wearing thin, because I lied to you. I lied to you the very last time we actually spoke. You did hurt me, but it's my own fault. I let you.
And I know he's never going to read this. I know I'm probably never going to get to say any of this to him. Just getting it out helps,though..