Scars; Just Another Poem Book

Lacking

When I finally got the nerve,
To say goodbye to you,
You said you "missed" me.
What did you expect that would do?
You expected me to come running back.
I'm not as dumb as you think.
With you I always felt dirty.
Like trying to get bloodstains out in a sink.
Maybe why I feel that way,
Is because you're stabbing me in the heart.
I would expect there's a lot of blood,
When you're tearing me apart.
You claim you don't know it,
And you're sorry that I see you that way.
But when you look in my eyes,
I know there's a lie in everything you say.
Your eyes are a doorway,
Straight into your soul.
There's no love for me there,
And I know if I stay, I'll pay the toll.
Why you stare in my eyes,
Is because it has the same effect.
You see I don't love you,
And my confidence you decide to wreck.
You know exactly what strings to pull,
To make me feel grief.
I felt so horrible for what I said,
While you were lying through your teeth.
You can sense when I'm happy,
And you decide to make me sad.
And the worst thing was,
I looked up to you, I thought you were "rad."
Now I can step away from the situation,
And I can look at it from every side.
Now I see you were bad for me.
I can't believe over this situation, I cried.
I shouldn't have let you get to me.
You took over my life.
Well now I'm taking it back.
I know you don't experience any strife.
To you, I was a possession.
You don't care if I stay.
You don't love me.
This is just a game you play.
You think you're winning,
When you pull at my strings.
Well, this puppet is tired,
I don't care if that stings.
You think by saying you miss me,
I'm going to come back.
I'm not sorry to say this,
But my presence you will lack.