What Does It Mean?

Final Roast

There was a boy who said he loved me for me.

But then he could see,

all of the things that made me plea.

This boy told me I was the one.

And then I was out, hung.

I protected him, kept him safe.

My emotions being chafed.

He treated me poorly in the end.

Every single, "I love you." Just a bend.

of the truth that I wished for.

He called me names, a whore.

For sure I was in the wrong because that's too easy.

Then he went off on a dating spree,

saying he wanted to be free.

He lied to me.

Sure I'll get over him.

Sure the chances of survival are slim.

The chances that we'd ever be friends again, dim.

Funny thing is...

Christian's are suppose to forgive.

He has other motives.

I'm more christian than him.

My sanity on the brim.

There's another boy that I fond over.

His presences making my emotions stir.

But sad thing about him is,

He doesn't think about me like this.

Friends, Friends that's all we are.

Nothing more, how sub-par.

So now I have no one to love.

because of one boys issues up above.

I cannot find the right guy.

They all end up making me cry.

They all end up making me want to die.

Because I care too much about the guy.

So I leave this final roast with a sigh.