for all the times that you joked about my pain
for all the times you drove me insane
if this is the result of the choice i made
then my thought of leaving isn't too late
i asked for help when i was down, i cried
but you just said you couldn't and something died
and this goes beyond betrayal
the shot you fired was fatal
every empty promise you gave me
blinded my instincts, now i can finally see
you'll never step off your pedestal, you
high on happiness, you don't have a clue
remember when you asked what you were to me?
what happened when i asked? you were 'busy'
so fucking sick of how miserable i am
feeling sorry for myself while you're partying with fam
you lied about lying about lying, oh yes
congrats! now you've created this shitty mess
chances are you'll back off, tell me to chill (ha!)
i'm done playing games, you've pushed me too far
i was a fool for too long, a moronous imbecile
if you're gonna pacify me with lies, make it worthwhile
oh and i wrote this just 'cause you dislike poetry
so either come clean or stop playing with me
-11 Oct 2018
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parapraxis
Poetry{ˌpærəˈpræksɪs} : a slip of the tongue or pen, forgetfulness, misplacement of objects, or other error thought to reveal unconscious wishes or attitudes. my second collection of rhyming poems, mostly rants and random words haha cover by yours truly...
