What do you expect?
For me to still talk after you broke me?
Do you want me to pretend nice?
So you can have the satisfaction?
What do you want me to say?
If not anything at all?
Do you want me to lie and say I'm happy?
So you can think I'm fine and not pissed as hell?
What do you want me to think?
That you're taking it better than I am?
Do you want me to believe you?
So you can get away with pretending to be an adult about it?
What do you want me to do?
Still play nice and be your friend?
Do you want me to look you in the eye?
So I can show you how I really feel?
Would you think when you're around,
That I'll smile and talk to you?
That when you're with my friends I'll be happy about it?
That when she comes to you before me I'll be okay with it?
Would you have any common sense to know?
That you're acting like a child?
Do you want me to tell you myself?
So you don't have to realize your actions on your own?
Because by the time you do,
It will be too late
And I'll already be gone.
~a.k.
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Paint Swatch Poems
PoesíaA collection of my thoughts expressed through the art of words. © Alyssa Koepke ____________________ To see my first book of poetry, check out Polaroid Poems.
