You,
You were filled with hurt
That was amidst a metamorphosis,
Transforming to a treacherous
Hatred.
You felt spiteful
But justly so
You whispered to the mirror
While failing to make eye contact,
The girl you saw was not you
You wrongly decided with shakes of a sad head,
But then who was she
With her thinning face
And angry scowl.
You convinced yourself with your middle of the night worries,
As you lay in too hot sheets by yourself,
Swearing that he had taken a new lover.
And you wanted to return the fevered
Betrayal.
So you showed the other boys images of you,
Bragging that it made you feel sexy, wanton, and wanted.
But we can all see the lies muddling your irises.
You just feel sad and used
And that makes you even angrier with him
Who truly loved you,
But with a smokescreen of self hatred and sabotage
You couldn't see it
Or feel the way his aching fingers reached into the darkness of the dead nights
In a futile attempt to feel you once more,
You've broken his heart
Unbeknownst to him.
