you have been complaining
about everything I’m not
making me feel bad
like this ended because of me
but what you fail to see
is you stopped
caring long ago
you expected me to show
you everything
when you gave me little
but everything you gave had a price
if you didn’t get your way
you weren’t very nice
I was tired
stressed
burnt the fuck out
instead of understanding
you made me feel doubt
no birthday card
no valentine
no special something
sometimes
to show me
I meant something
to you
and now you have the nerve
to make me feel like
it was me who wasn’t true.
ha!
all the good people give to you
you handle carelessly
and viciously
and think it’s justified
all the responsibilities
you just let go to the wayside
careless
heartless
loveless
you
I wish I never knew
if I had a clue that this was who you are
I would have kept you far
far
far
away.

now it’s clear
that you aren’t someone I want near
I will stay clear
away from you
and move on
to someone who is willing to grow
and show
love
not just sit there and expect me to do all the work
you are just a jerk

I loved you but you were not ready for love.
goodbye.

Author: b-side junkie

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

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