Call me a bad person, I'll live up to the claim.
I'm angry and loud and been deemed insane.
I cheat and I lie and I steal and I manipulate.
I don't tell the truth completely, I tend to fabricate.
The only honesty about me is shown in my writing.
Over text or in my work but never in reality.
You know me better than anyone else,
You know the closest thing to the true me other than myself.
So why the fuck would you treat me so terribly and not expect,
Me to find you in whoever came along next?
You know who I am you know what I do.
I left it all though and chose to love you.
Until you turned your back and I ran to another,
And while I was with you we started seeing each other.
I fucked him, A.P., I did all the same.
I clawed his back and screamed his name.
I pulled his hair and let him mark me as his,
I wasn't his either but that was the fun after the first kiss.
Then I fucked him again and again,
I kissed him I kissed him again and again.
I cheated I cheated, but you will never make me think,
That you didn't deserve it for what you did to me.
YOU ARE READING
Honesty Hour
PoetryI'm a liar. A dirty, dirty, secretive liar. The only honesty about me is shown through my writing. (yes the cover is a selfie I don't know how to do covers I'll change it later)