𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫

𝐚𝐧 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐮𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠

he talks about you
like you're a king.
something to be worshipped.
I hide a scoff and
resist the eye roll his words
are conjuring in me.
you are a dirtbag with about
as much dignity
as an empty bookshelf.
you hide in places no one would
think to look and you
are ashamed of who you really are.
in fact, you don't even know
yourself at all.
you ignore life like it's a bad memory
and you don't even know your
own name.
I'd be lying if I said I missed you and
all your inconsistencies.
I'd be lying if I said I loved you.
But unlike you, I don't lie.
I know when the charade is up.
I know when it's not love.
I know when to stop.
You didn't.
You blew your puffs of smoke
and kept me on
a call as you did.
And I believed you loved me.
Shame on me.
You believed I would stick around.
Shame on you.

written on: september 29th, 2020