39. Lingering

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It's still painful

Every time I think of your crazy ass

Two nut chucks from a cheat

One number away from a freak

I miss yo ass but I'm glad u gone

I still love you

Nobody can make me stop

But it's still painful

You called me one too many names

You played one too many games

Way too many to set the odds of shame

And not enough to make me ever not trust you again

I don't even trust you as a friend

Because my friends keep it real with me

But how do you keep it that way without being real with yourself

If you confused say you confused

But you loved to dress up as Jason on your birthday on Halloween holding my crystal lake in a crystal ball

Just swinging it back and forth promising you won't let it fall

With tears still flowing from my eyes I still stand tall

We went through it all

But instead of playing dead I'm slowly learning not to cover up the pain

I have to deal with it day to day starting today

But every time I think of you

The pain still lingers

Still turns my stomach in knots at night

Millions of wonders why does he get to move on so easy with his life

Too Bad

Still think about what we had

Which was nothing

Nothing worth letting anxiety kill me over

It wasn't worth the throw up and I know the lies took a lot of energy

Cause you never really broke up but then really didn't wanna be with me

Just like I don't understand how people disappear

U did that emotionally

When a bitch walked outside you forgot about me conveniently

Even though I'm just as fly

The apple of your eye was just a twinkle in disguise

The calls in your send box was just a bunch of hi and byes

The end of the rope was pulled before my spirit died

When it was time to pray to the gods and goddesses of Facebook and Instagram you got off the phone with me

Then forgot about me totally

I just wanted you to love me

And treat me the way you wanted to be treated

I should've dogged you cause you were treating me like I cheated

Why do I know I got the power and the strength to keep moving forward but I feel so defeated

People say move on and I really have

I just have them down nights when I'm really mad

Just shows you how overmedicated

Weed and liquor all throughout the week haunts you the day you don't get faded

Makes you imagine shit that never existed

Makes you miss what you made up in your head with such a swift persistence

Help me relieve the tension...someone talk to me

Before my stomach knots up again

Before you lie calling me your friend

Before I self destruct being a victim

All I want you to do is read this and listen to me

You hurt me to the tee

Now be good to me

Please.

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