Who knew from my act
Of kindness
that I'd be left hurt?
Though I was a friend, then
Became something more than that,
Who knew how I'd be left hurt?
Not physically,
Nor emotionally either,
But mentally...
I couldn't think straight anymore.
I felt bad for you
With your cheating girlfriend.
Honestly her compared to me,
How could you have "loved" her
Over me?
Who knows,
Only you do.
Me with my caring self and feeling bad for you,
Who knew those feelings would turn into
Liking you?
Who knew,
But it wasn't my doing
It was yours.
You were the one who I felt
Was being a flirt,
How disgusting.
My silly little self,
Confessing my "feelings"
For you.
When I told you,
I should've realized when you said "Me too"
It was all a lie.
Who knew that you lied to me from the start.
No one knew how fake you were
With your "feelings" towards me.
Oh who would've have thought
You out of all people could be such a player.
Who knew that in the end
It was all an act.
Who knew?
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Experiences with Rantings
PoetryContaining short poems that rant on with topics and such even some from past experiences. Hope you'll all enjoy 😅