A bundle of poetry about everything stuck in my head.

Things you told me when we fighted.

A/n: This poem contains some swearing. Really sorry, but I'm just quoting him, so I figured you guys should know things exactly, or something.  (Ooh, and thanks if you've been reading, commenting and voting for my poems. It really means a lot to me.)

And some back up, just so you guys can understand better; we had a fight a few days ago, in which he accused me of it being my fault, and other untruthful things. So here's a poem consisting on my thoughts about some of the things he told me.

"You were the first girl I opened up to like that.

I was just fucking disappointed."

You managed to make me go from happy

to really mad

with one sentence out of your mouth.

You were disappointed?

In me?

Fine.

But know you're not the only one.

"You were always good enough, fuck."

If I was always good enough,

why didn't you stay?

Good enough,

but not good enough to stick around to.

You never stick around.
Not for anyone.

You don't stick,

because you're scared people will start peeling you away,

but what happens when you find the girl

who is worth sticking for,

who wouldn't dream of picking  at you?

You push her away.

Like you trained yourself to do.

"You miss me too?

Nice way of showing it."

Do you want me to wave a banner over my head

shouting it out to every person I pass?

It's not the type of missing I can explain,

because missing you is like missing a ghost.

You always were a ghost in my life,

and please don't blame me but usually

these thoughts would hit me,

and I'd think,

I'm better off without him.

It's become such a mantra I'm even convincing myself

I'm better off without him

I'm better off without him

I'm better off without him

I lied.

I'd never be able to convince myself of that.

"But fucking seriously? I thought you kinda liked me."

I thought you kinda liked me too,

but I thought wrong.

I did like you.

More than I should have let myself.

I fell for you so hard,

even though I knew you

would never be strong enough to catch me.

"You know how it felt when you stopped talking to me?

I was so scared."

Wait up.

You stopped talking to me.

So stop with all your lies.

I know the truth

and it just hurts.

The truth hurts

and sometimes hope will be your band-aid,

but it turns out that hopes sucks at being a band-aid,

so you just end up getting infected

and hurting more than you did before.

See,

all these things you told me,

and the many, many more

I couldn't bring myself to write down,

are starting to mess with my head.

Because I don't believe a single word that leaves your mouth

but also,

I do.