"I was wrapped around your finger and you never knew," he said walking around the room.
That statement sent a fire to my soul.
I never had him wrapped around anything.
He cheated.
He never tried.
He gave up.
I never had him.
"Bullshit!" I yell sitting up from the bed. "If I had you wrapped around my finger you would have never put me through what you did! You would have never cheated on me! So do not stand there and tell me you were wrapped around my finger because that is a lie. If anything I was wrapped around yours," I finally finish out of breath.
How dare he say something so far from the truth.
I continue.
"I would have done anything for you back then. I tried to be everything I could to make you happy because that's what I thought it took. I thought if I saw you more or if we had sex more you wouldn't have wanted to cheat. That wasn't the case. You cheated because you couldn't handle something real," I say laced with venom.
"Your right," he said sitting on the edge of the bed.
"Your damn right I'm right. Instead of ending it you strung me along knowing you were hurting me," I said lowly as a tear falls from my right eye.
"You will never understand how truly sorry I am for everything I did," he says as he goes to wipe it away before I stop him.
"It was four years ago now, it doesn't matter." I say wiping my own tear away.
It's true.
It doesn't matter.
That doesn't mean it doesn't sting.
No matter how old you get , your first love will always have a piece of you.
That's what sucks the most.
You think your completely over them, then you realize ,
You might never be.
YOU ARE READING
My bleeding heart
PoetryI have written a lot of poetry and thought it would be nice to post on here. Every poem that is posted is by me from my brain. please do not steel but you may share. thank you , hope you enjoy!
