This is not a poem that talks about feminism or rights. This is not a poem that talks about rape or social injustice. This is a poem that talks about me. and you. Not even a poem I guess, just a general summary of how much you made me feel like shit.
11. Thats when i and you, you and i happened.
Happy
Excited
Terrified
That is how i felt. That is how we felt.
You stopped messaging me. i cried, i got over it. you became distant. Less talkative, less happy. i knew it was something wrong about me. You started talking to her, laughing with her. i asked you whats wrong over and over and over again, you didn't answer. But still i persisted. You blocked me out, you quit trying. i thought you hated me. i asked you over and over again and you denied it with a fake smile. You were aggravated, annoyed, you were done.
You stopped holding my hand, you stopped leaning on me, you stopped the light touches. Whatever happened to I love you.
You are a nice girl, i could see myself marrying you. i wrote a letter to you, confessing that i thought i loved you and that you were one of the greatest people in my life. Thats gone now. i never thought you capable of hurting someone. im in the bath now, the water scalding, i hope it burns me alive or better yet, i hope i drown. i deserve it for being so stupid, so stuck, so utterly devoted.
Why do I do this to myself. Why do I give everything and then happily get nothing in return.
I am burning because of you. Burning from the inside out, flames hot on my skin, I am worthless. I am burning myself out because of you.
