He's not good-looking,
He's quite plain,
Even dorky
He's not very funny,
Or very smart either.
He's not honest.
He could be kind,
I suppose,
When he wanted to be
I don't know what I saw in him
Or why I stayed
Curiosity?
Hope?
He pushed me,
I pushed back.
He lied
I forgave him.
He let taunts and evil thoughts get to me
He didn't say a word.
I still let him crash through my walls
Leaving rubble and
Broken pieces on the floor
In his wake
I felt things so much and so
Deep
That I cried when they came
Pouring out of me
When things were over...
They weren't over
Then they came back
The troubles started again.
He wasn't patient
He promised to be
But he loved breaking promises
More than he loved me
He moved on
So fast so...
Effortlessly
As if I was just a fleeting thought
He used me
He broke me
Leaving rubble and
Broken pieces on the floor
In his wake
I bet he used to break
Into a huge smile when my name
Flashed across his phone screen
Like he did when hers flashed the same way
Now he heaves a sigh
And puts off responding until later
After she's not available anymore
It's not the feeling
Of wanting to fix the tear
Or to get back together
Or to change what happened
That haunts me the most
It's wishing
Against all I have felt
And all I have endured
That I had never met him;
I went from being number one
To number zero
In a flash
In a heartbeat
But mine doesn't beat:
It pounds
It breaks
It shatters
Leaving rubble and
Broken pieces
In his wake
