Why I can't sleep at night sometimes

ill never write another poem about you again

One thing I told myself was that I wouldn't fall victim.
Victim to your words,
bringing me down to my knees
begging you for more.
Victim to your laugh and the thought of your hair;
Your smell.
It has me nauseous as fuck,
I hope you tape my name to your girlfriends face
and make her scream out while you suck--
You stupid slut.
I hope you dream of me at night.
Better yet,
I hope you think of me when your with her,
And imagine the taste of all my skin
and saliva when you kiss her-
I could only picture;
The shit you'll say to me next,
Leaving me up at night,
diming the light,
just to read through our old texts-
You got me a mess.
Matter of fact,
I won't play the victim.
Unlike every girl you fucked with,
My mind is full of wisdom-
leaving you for the system.
I know my own self-worth,
And maybe one day you'll drop down to your knees and see
what I deserved-
If you got the nerve.