Is that my name on your lips again?
Sullied
and worn with abuse
From your
constant use of them
Depicted
as vile
"I
hate his repulsive ass"
The
definition of a night terror
"He
was the worst thing to ever happen to me"
To any
listening ear acting like they care.
I thought
my staying away would help you forget
No calls
No text
Not even
contact with once mutual friends
Yet here
we are
Still
told how much my guts have amassed your hate.
But now I
do the math
I realize
you're just as damaged as I am
Just as
emotionally self-destructive
Just as
concerned with what people think
Just as
fake with your smiles to seem happy
Just as
insecure
Just as
fragile
Just as
weak
And
you're just bitter I found you out.
Olsfred James 2015©
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