You called me on Christmas.
You said "I'll see you soon"
But little did I know
You meant when I'm 22.
Dad that's years away.
Don't make promises that you can't keep
I'm tired of your lying
You're low
You're disgraceful
And you're cheap.
You tell me that you're sorry
You didn't mean to hurt me I any way
But you did
And you continue to do it
Every single fucking day
I should be used to it by now
But it still hurts like a fucking bitch
You know,
After what I told you,
I thought you'd take a hint.
But instead,
You threw me in the ditch.
YOU ARE READING
I Understand
PoetryFeeling alone? Feeling lost? Feeling everything at once? Not feeling at all? I understand.