See how easy it was

To easy

I knew I was right

About you

With each passing day

It becomes harder and harder

For me

To continue

You had to fight me

On this

Now you can live on

with this “win” of yours

But I’m opting out

And I’m taking it all with me

You won’t get a note from me

This time

You never listen to me anyway

Even after all those times

I ended up being right

You still don’t listen

So would I why bother

Telling you about

anything I plan to do now

Glad it was easy for you now

It won’t be easy

For you

Soon

by then

You won’t have

Someone to bitch out

To make excuses to.

But it’s not like I never said anything to you

You know

You knew

And what did you do?

You did not listen

When you knew

You never listen

Until it’s too late

And too messy

beyond repair

Only then

Is when

you begin to care

The way you should have

But hey

Author: b-side junkie

artist/designer, music lover, b-side junkie, writer, bartender, animal lover..."feelist"... Mad mime

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