01.09.20
I was a Jess
I was a vintage girl
All soft and kind
I crocheted
And Taylor was my jam
He was every bad boy in every romance novel
Drugs were his getaway
Washed down with another pint
He saw my picture and said 'she'll do'
Then we started chatting
We were just supposed to be casual
We didn't know just how attached we'd get
Dark secrets were told
And political meme's were sent
He was the first guy to tell me I'm cute
We saw eye to eye on everything
Even when he tore down the stuff I liked
And the music I listened too
He forced his opinions on me
And I just agreed, like a sweet naive child
We talked all the time, about anything
Slow but surely I changed myself
To fit with him and his image
I didn't want to fight, so I just agreed
He sent me music and I liked it
I stopped listening to Taylor
And blasted my ears with noise
He would talk about me all the time
He wanted to help fix me
But my wounds were still too fresh
I relied on him, that was my first mistake
But God, he was so nice
He was the first person I'd go to
He talked me off the edge
He genuinely wanted to help me and keep me safe
God I liked him
Then I found out he fucked her
Man I was a mess
But we still made up
We couldn't not talk to each other
We were too attached
To our strange conversations
He already made it clear 'I wasn't viable'
But when he finally said it he was too late
I was with someone else
Maybe it would've saved me the heartache
If I went with him
If he wasn't so fucked up I think I'd fuck him all the time
But I changed my whole personality
I jeopardized who I was because I was too scared he'd reject me
But he was, amazing
Or maybe I was too trusting
But we trusted each other
I played his game for months
But he was still the first person I'd go to
I thought I was myself with him
It was like we were each other's emergency contact
But that was all
I felt like I lost my mind with him
Yet he kept me calm, almost sane
I haven't thought about him in months
Now suddenly I can't sleep
I just reminisce
For some reason it hurts
And I'm crying
For such an asshole
He was so nice
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