I've heard comments made by others on what you said about me,
Though I still can't believe them because whenever I look at you,
there's only a gentleman that I see.
No way, YOU could call me a pick me.
But in my world you're never wrong,
So maybe I am what you said,
and Im realising that after too long?!
But what about what YOU said to ME.
All our interactions, our conversations,
was everything a lie?
Did we create all those memories just so they could later make me cry?
No answers, no explanations.
What i want is my heart.
Heart that you've broken into pieces.
Heart that belonged to me first and you later.
The one that loved you so much, even though for others it was the biggest hater.
The one that cared about you more than it cared about itself,
the one that fought with my brain,
every time it tried to give me a reality check.
I've heard comments made by others on what you said about me,
I still don't believe them because whenever I'll look at you, there will only be a gentleman that I'll ever see.
And THAT gentleman can never call me a pick me.
