Inspired by "Family Line" by Conan Gray
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I was a kid but I wasn't clueless
I had eyes, I had ears, and I knew what you were doing
But I thought it was normal, I didn't know it was bad
I thought "this is what I deserve" and I left it at that
It's a funny thing, a thing called trust
Make it or break it, its real or you fake it
It's hard to rebuild though rebuilding is a must
Its fragile, like a piece of paper thin glass
But like most things paper thin, it's not made to last
You broke that trust, if it ever was there
I'd defend you with my last breath but you never even cared
I gave you my heart and you shattered it to pieces
I told people you were wonderful when you were barely even decent
You'd treat me like shit then say
"it's just for a laugh"
You'd judge my insecurities
of which you didn't know half
You almost tipped me over the edge
and if you knew i know you'd gloat
And even though i'm still breathing
You wouldn't have gotten a note
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Poetrysome poetry for the loners of society Please don't steal my work I worked hard on these :) (cover art not mine - found on Pinterest)