Was I ever anyone to you?
Was I a person or a toy?
I know that isn't wrong to you,
I know it's just a ploy
You tricked us all
You pulled it off
You nearly reeled us in
But now we have our senses
That's it
It's done
"Fin"
I miss you in a way
But only who I thought you were
The you you are behind closed doors
Makes me frightened and unsure
Thinking of who you pretended to be
Makes me wish that I could be
A better version of the same me
Who knew who you'd turn out to be
I wish I could backtrack a step
Become the me of yesterday
Who didn't know your ugly truth
Here comes your justice day
You used to do these little things
Minuscule touches, tiny taps
I thought you were just being friendly
But the friend idea seems under wraps
You lie and lie again
Try again, the bill's not taking
Maybe this one hates your playing
Your incessant cruel complaining
I'm done with this one
I won't waste my time
I've spent enough of it
Making these words rhyme
You aren't worth it
And I'll survive this
You're just a boy
And I am a goddess.
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Misty (a collection of my poetry) {{COMPLETE}}
PoetryA road trip of poetry, I guess. Care to come along? Highest rank: 267 in poetry Read my third poetry book, "hush." I have high hopes for it. Read my first poetry book, "where the bluebirds aren't." (Or don't, it's old and rather embarrassing). ⚠️...
