the end

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----𖤓⋆˖⁺‧₊𖤐₊‧⁺˖⋆☾----

The end of one thing is always the start of something else

Though sometimes I hope the end is the end

Every time I saw you with her I got so jealous

I felt like my broken heart would never have a mend

I wanted her hair, her figure, I wanted her heart

I wanted you to praise me, to think of me as great

And everytime you didn't, my thoughts grew dark

Like the wind killing off the flames of a fire in a gust of hate

I thought you were my light, my fire to the cold

The smile to my face, though those smile became rare

because in the end it was you, dampening the fire with reasons untold

Even though I had been there for you, I had always been more than fair

I was always good to you

I comforted you in your moments of despair

But you weren't good to me, that feeling wasn't new

Because it was something that lingers, something that's always there

Maybe you thought I didn't deserve a friend like you

You thought you were so kind, so perfect, so indescribable

But in reality you were cold, mean and judgemental too

I still don't know why I ever chose you

----𖤓⋆˖⁺‧₊𖤐₊‧⁺˖⋆☾----

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