Fired shots

Gravestone

I'm surprised your mind's not in flames after all the mind games I've played, as this growing masquerade was going, it was all one big charade.

Consider yourself betrayed and played, as this crusade on your emotions was used to dump an ocean of commotion that is a former lover

I had feelings for another, but I used you to move on to cover it up, as it was over between us and you were a sucker for being my lover.

I can't tell if it's tears or blood that's dripping, my sanity was slipping, and I wasn't hearing anything from you. You were the very thing I cared about, and you left me out to dry. It took 3 days for you to reach out, but by then, I was wondering if you were worth anything to me.

It still feels pretty dreary on my end. You gave me many firsts, but you've hurt me enough to divert my feelings and convert them to hate.

My tears never fall from my eyes, they flow from my wrists, and you refused to take a risk on me, and it made me re-think about you and me.

I was happy, then you left me out to dry. You didn't even looked like you tried. You didn't reply when I wanted to die even though you're supposed to look me in the eye and tell me why I shouldn't comply to my emotions and be impulsive and self-destructive.

I just can't keep loving someone this way, and this display you gave doesn't convey the love you portrayed. I'm afraid it was already over, so shut the fuck up.

Stop saying all that hubbub about me online, you crossed the line. It wasn't fine, and I wanted to tell you, but you're more inclined to be more with your own malign over me.

You said you didn't care if you were scared. It seemed that when you declared it, you were prepared to share this love. But to my despair, it doesn't seem like you cared.

Before we stopped, you didn't care. What happened? It's like you fastened your seatbelt and raced out of my life because you couldn't face our problems and embrace them. You and me was such a waste. You left me in this state where I don't know if I should hate you or make haste and continue to love you, and I can't even begin to comprehend for us to continue, because even though I kissed you and it felt special to me, you're going to have to wrestle with the fact that you and your unsentimental ass essentially fucked this up.

Alas, it wasn't meant to be. Stop trying to amass my friends to try to harass me about how you miss me. Give me a break, if you really loved me, talk to me yourself you coward, I could spend an hour talking about why I shouldn't have showered you with love, but you were pushing it by pushing me out, and now you're left without this pile of doubts that's known as me, because I've moved on and I love another, so don't even bother.

This ache I felt was because you weren't brave enough to make a commitment. I gave you my all, but you decided to put you and me in the grave. Engraved in that gravestone is "not good enough" because I'm taking the blame. I didn't display enough love to save us from your chains of enslavement that translates to the weight of my current state that you left me in.

I refuse to let you in anymore, you were a really big chore to love, and I lowered myself for you, and it hurts that you and me happened, because I loved you a lot, and that's why these months weren't a waste of time. It was fun while it lasted, but I've adapted, this was in the past and I won't get distracted by you as I've retracted my love for you a while ago, so now you know that you and me are a no-show, rest in peace, you are dead to me.