"And the worst part is
I loved you
I loved you
I loved you it's true
And sometimes I feel like
I still fucking do
I lived here
I loved here
I thought it was true
I'm so embarrassed
I feel abused."
for the days i spent wondering what i deserved
i spent twice as long despising the thought of you
i realize now how much i need to prioritize myself
over the feelings of another
your desires mean nothing if your entire gimmick
is frolicking among the stars without a care
it means especially little if you're wanting a friend
the lack of care towards what i really feel
shows me your intrinsic shallow feeling towards me
it calls into question your love for me
and if it ever existed in the first place
you claim it existed, but it doesn't now
and it's quite hard to prove that you really did
or that you care now
your priorities need to be straight if you want me
im not a freeuse human to be played with,
toyed to your final desires
don't play with me. i care, but i won't if you keep
this shit relationship on the rails how it is
try to reconnect, and maybe ill reconsider
but your future is much reserved to insignificance
if you don't change your ways
YOU ARE READING
I'll Be Fine (pt. 2 of 2)
Poetrypoetry showing my stress. relieving, coping, really. continuing to add poems, sometimes daily. use this as place to talk about your own frustrations and dances with pain and strife
