Life is weird

He left

Like I was nothing

Just stopped giving love


Like the switch of a light

But you did it to yourself

You may not care now

But you will someday

But it’s funny how one door closing

Brought in something very special and kind

And it’s nothing more than that

Nothing less

And I’m happy

Because no one would do

What you did to me

If i ever meant anything to you at all

No one would do what you did

I’m glad to be rid of you

You fucked up something

Because you thought I needed you to be strong


You were wrong

I needed to be strong

And I let my guard down with you

But that was then

And this is now

None of this matters much to me anyhow

You left with me nothing to care about

And now I really don’t.

You get what you give

I’m sure that makes you happy now

But trust

I’m much happier that I dodge a bullet

If you can be that night and day. Hot and cold

That’s scary and I’m glad I saw it now before I wasted more of my time

Hope you figure yourself out

But not for me

For the world and anyone else who ever had to deal with you.

But as far as me

I’m someone you’ll never see

Or know again .

Author: b-side junkie

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

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