None of them know him like I know him, they pretend they do
but really, I'm here watching every move he makes
I've been watching everyone and his the most seems offensive in the kindest way
He acts like I'm there, but he pretends like he doesn't care
Only when those other people come around.
He breathes me in for energy like air
Just so he can breathe out when I've given him enough oxygen
When I ignored him, he lost air
His ego told me that it wasn't fair, to breathe him in like air
But when he's done so much for me how could I not.
When he's given me enough to handle, I ghost him
He hates when I ghost him Though.
He complained a few times about it, but I kept doing it every time he would hurt me
In the kindest way how do I say I've had enough.
I don't want to hurt him :(
I hate thinking that way
Respect him in the nicest way, they say.
He changed; I wish I never told him
Saying yes to him was the worst that could've been.
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Her side (poem)
PoetryHey um so I was ranting to my friend. and made a poem? I think? the most basic of them all but I mean. How can I feel right now when I feel left alone, in an empty room, with the feeling of how he could never feel the offense and pain I feel right n...
