[Author's note: I wrote this and then published it but guilt crippled me so I took it down. But if someone never cared about my feelings then honestly why should I care about theirs? I'm not sorry for feeling this way. It's valid.]
I honestly made the mistake of believing that you could've been different.
But hindsight is 20/20 after all and boys like you like to make girls like me fall.
I don't want to leave things this way but you honestly don't care that I have feelings.
You are an emotionless vortex and I'm a girl who is emotionally complex.
It's tragic that you are the center of your universe.
You think you are reality.
Tell me when did you lose your conscience and morality?
So this is the last poem to get you out of my system.
Thank you for causing me trouble and adding to my poetic wisdom.
This is the last poem about how you made me feel.
Maybe someday I'll find someone genuine but right now I'm helping myself heal.
I lost my will to write and you shouldn't have that power.
You're a wilted blade of grass and I'm a sunshine flooded wild flower.
I'm sorry that you have such a limited point of view. I'm even sorrier that you won't let anyone close enough to understand you.
You must have such a lonely existence. Too full of yourself to accept any assistance.
Take a good look in the mirror and I bet you're satisfied with the cruel person you've become.
You've never known true adversity and now you are comfortably numb, satisfied with staying dumb.
But you are the only one you can't escape from.
This is the last poem to get you out of my system.
I couldn't tell it to your face because you don't care enough to listen.
I'm tired of playing the victim.
Go ahead and shrug off all of what was written.
But blame yourself when one day you recognize the distance.
