This is currently. A angry post.
Free styled like always.
Sorry I wouldn't drop on my knees
and have problems I can't deal with.
Sorry I have mood swings and I
ask for the simplest shit,
like time.
Sorry for caring, hoping better yet,
wishing.
Never have I felt more used,
left out of some sort of loop.
I sense it you.
Reading my words
Asshole.
I can care less.
I use to.
I use to want you.
Now I know
I was asking for too much
Never giving you enough,
a "friend" said if I
got on my knees
we may still be.
I see myself not settling.
Wondering what was my lesson.
I feel hurt but am known as strong
so that is what I decipher to be.
Understanding that what we may assume
as "Love" is a blanket for mishaps.
Understanding that in order to grow
you must let go
of what will never be.
Your purpose unknown to the
frailest mind.
Yet proclaimed to the kindest.
Maybe you were here to show me
the way a guy uses a girl
until the find something new
Someone you have to give a chance
because you want to see if they are
willing.
The philosophy of a man,
a girl like me will never understand.
I don't believe in the unwritten law
of a friend who you fuck
just because
you want something tight.
You fucked her before and you know
her sex game, right. Right ?
Of course I am.
Only because I said so.
Don't make me your backbone.
Shit, I may simply be the reason
you can't walk.
Before this happens
maybe you will learn to speak.
I shallowly minded.
Think that a young mind is a
dumb one.
I assume you don't believe in karma,
settle for the next low life bastard,
why don't I ?
I hate to think that a boy like you
would play a girl like me.
Check it:
Never wanted a title.
Didn't realize we needed one.
The pressure meant so much to me.
I know see.
I let it go.
Knowing you hurt.
I should have let when I had the chance.
I hurt it's bittersweet,
I thought you were romantic.
You were suppose to be the one
who completed me.
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