Off White 1/1

 Some people should never be allowed to live.

 Some people just don't deserve the joy of life.

 Harsh it may be, Patrick Stump is one of those people.


 The day I fell in love with you was the day I gave myself away.  For nothing, mind you.

 Absolutely nothing.

 Goddamit, I feel like a complete jackass.

 How dare I believe a word that comes out of your mouth.

 Fuck!


 I loved you. 

 I thought you were perfect.

 Shy, thoughtful, brilliant, cute, quiet, relaxed, but also a little broken on the inside. 

 And I wanted to fix you with everything I had.

 You only knew me too fucking well.

 
 I made the first move.

 Just like you wanted me to.

 Maybe you can write a book or something, entitled: How To Make Pete Wentz Fall In Love With You By Manipulating Him and Then Make Him Feel Like An Utter Asshole. 

 It's a little lengthy, but it's perfect for you.

 Just like I thought you were for me.

 
 How did you do it?

 How did you read me so completely?

 How did you mold yourself into the person I would love?

 You are truly a remarkable person, Patrick.

 
 But, fucking hell, I still want you so fucking bad!


 I see the lies now.

 And how utterly thin and weak they were. 

 You got a big head, and now it's come back to haunt you.

 You were egotistical and didn't think through that last lie.

 
 Motherfucker, I told you what an asswipe you are amd it took all the courage I had left in my body.

 And you laughed, you son of a bitch.

 You laughed.

 I cried, yes you made the great Pete Wentz cry.

 Out of anger, frustration, and desperation.

 And sorrow.


 The one person I thought I could love never was there.

 It was just an illusion.

 A manipulative lie.

 For what?

 Because you like to play games with people?

 Goddamn, it's such a fucking waste.

 You're a genius and you have to throw it away, using your mind to play trick and games.


 What kind of hellish human being does that?

 You know I'm weak, you fucking piece of shit.

 How can you do this?

 I hate you.


 Look, now I'm turning out to be like you.

 A liar.

 I still want you.

And all I can do is slowly crawl back.


 I don't care anymore if it's a trick, I want to be with that one person.

 The man that I thought was Patrick Stump.

 I want him so damn bad.

 You're a great actor, you can do it.

 I just want to forget you're not who I thought you were.

 I want you to be Patrick.

 My little Patty Rick.

 Please.

 I"m begging now. 

Posted at 7:15 a.m. 6/1/2007 by xpeterpan.




 You are so silly, Peter.

 I'm very flattered by your, ahem, poetry, but I really must refuse.

 I deserve much better than you.

 Of course I used you.

 You don't really deserve any more.

 You're not worth anymore of my time.

 
 You say I'm the piece of shit?

 God, you are so pathetic.

 You are a spineless, worthless, pitiful, simpering, stupid fool.

 If only I could say this to you in person, then it could hurt all the more. 


 I hate you, Pete Wentz.

 And I can say that as the honest truth.

 You were a good lay and fun to play with, but it's over.

 Get over it.

 Why don't you just write some "deep" lyrics and try to kill yourself again?

 : )

 
 You are a complete jackass, Pete.

 Running around, never doing anything.

 What a waste of a good piece of ass.

 Why don't you suck it, just like you wanted to last week?

 Hmm?

 Shut your mouth, nothing intelligent ever comes out of it.


 You are a poor excuse for a poet and a person.

 Jeeze, get over your supposed heartbreak already, you're lucky I'm the one who used you.

 Other people can be much more ruthless.

 Oh, well I'm just going to go out and get over this whole thing, just like you should.

 
 P.S. Stop tempting me to hurt you even more, Pete. Just grow a backbone, already.

Posted at 8:00 a.m. 6/1/2007 by stumpcookie.



xthanks for reading, i hoped you liked it. please leave comments, and it does make me sad to make patrick so mean, but i thought it was a good idea.