It's always up to me to pick up your pieces and build you back up but I'm not that tough.
I can't be where I'm not wanted, so I leave. You can't commit and you don't know how to breathe, unless I'm breathing for you.
And is it really my fault if when I'm packing my bags, you're holding the door open for me? And how predictable when you're calling me hypocritical for putting myself first but you've never been second.
No use crying over spilt milk, and if you can't handle the heat then stay out the kitchen.
I promised to never hurt you and you promised to never walk away, Oh how the tables turn dear, you're screaming whatever you can to try and make me stay but why would I stay?
I tried to be the girl you wanted, I tried to be the one you'd go to after a bad night or shitty day but that never worked for you and I ended up being another one of your mistakes, just how much more of this am I supposed to take?
YOU ARE READING
Once bitten, Twice shy
PoesíaI used to keep a diary with my poems and songs but my parents didn't like what I wrote about. Maybe I can write here.
