I loved you more than my words could ever explain
I stayed after all those arguments
And you have the audacity to call me selfish
Indirectly, but still so complexly aimed at me.
You always talked about how you were sick of the mind games...
But you still had the audacity to make me think I mattered enough to stay
If you really wanted me somewhere in your life you would have told me that somewhere in the middle
If you really cared you wouldn't have had me message first all the time
You had the nerve, the audacity, to say I was being selfish, when in the end I was the only one clinging onto the hope for the future.
YOU ARE READING
An Insomniacs Lullaby
PoesíaIt's 3 AM and I can't sleep. There's too much on my mind, too many thoughts to keep.
