march ² [poetry]

xvii. so you wanna talk now?

i didn't change my number - billie eilish
“don't take it out on me, i'm out of sympathy for you. maybe you should leave, before i get too mean.”

we never talked about the situation,
but apparently you hate me too now

another truth for you to rearrange
a thing that i can't turn to getting out,
that we can't love into waiting-games

i even understand you somehow
who'd ever not want to shut me out

how's your phone been, how's dying
cause apparently it did, again, tonight
along with your answers, most likely

you like this game? i'll match the mood
say i don't feel the same as you do
if i cry tonight, then not about you
all your problems won't concern me, too
if i cry tonight, it's cause i'm sorry for you

look up and love to tell me i'm dramatic
i start to think you just love the sentence
since you're the actor, it's kinda ironic

can't pretend you're worth my tears again
waiting for someone to safe you instead
because frankly, i can't do it anymore

funny that i sit and watch you fade, and
pretend it's my new favorite netflix show
it's almost fun in a weird type of way
but i suppose it depends on your humor

i was so caught up with you, it was tiring
like, damn, was i in love or just admiring
anyhow, i've come to realise something
you're incapable of fixing my wires
shit, i've seen flies with more chemistry
and our ,,connection“ is embaressing

if you want to annoy me, be my guest
believe me, i've had worse than you,
you're a full-time comedian at best
now, what happened to the confidence?
if you say there's so much good to you
you hide a lot of what you call the rest