My dislike for you is real.
My pity for you is strong.
Whatever you've hard about me
Is completely and utterly wrong.
The rumors..
Who came up with this crap?
Do you really just believe
That I'd do something like that?
Do you really? Please just tell me
does that even sound like me?
Obviously you think I did
Since you went and broke my heart.
But whatever you want to think is true
Go ahead, I'll play the part.
I'll pretend that I'm a dirty dirty slut
A home wrecker yes indeed.
Because clearly I have time to waste
On people who don't give a fuck about me.
Drama over stupid stuff
And of course I'm still part of the game
Win or lose my piece is on the board
and it's not coming off any day.
YOU ARE READING
The Ending of Elle
PoetryPoems that I write whenever I get in a poem writing mood. Enjoy these possibly triggering, possibly touching, possibly relatable poems.