Fuck you for the damn betrayal
Fuck you for using me
Leaving me like a day old issue
Left in the thrash to be thrown out.
Like everyone you’ve used before
I never thought you’d use your own
Your blood and made sure to prove me wrong
Then again maybe I was the only one
Caring and getting fucked for caring too much
I was busy being your rock
I was being a fool who always had your back
All your lies ,I covered them up
All your mess, I cleaned it up
And you made sure you leave me when I needed you the most
All I ever asked for was a little support.
That’s all I ever asked for.
A little support .
Forever will I wonder
Why did you leave?
Why did you left me standing here ?
When you promised you’d stay here right next to me?
You can’t sleep with a heavy heart and drunken mind
It’s so weird that we humans forget the basic terminology when it comes to our emotions.
Want and Need Two complete different words and we never confuse them on day to day basis then why do we mess them up?
Needs are like necessity and want it’s deliberate… a step above need, our desire.
When someone tells you “they need you”… you’re like a necessity to function or they perceive for you to be But when they say “they want you” …it’s a deliberate decision.
Don’t just be someone’s need let them want you because you deserve better.
I’d never want you to be Romeo to my Juliet. I’d rather want you to be Pierre to my Marie.
I’ve wondering lately about how good were we, how good it could be?
Do you wonder about me ? How I’m crazy and how I smiled?
I wonder about you. Your nonchalant smile , that small eye roll you did every time.
I wonder a lot maybe because I’m hurt
Maybe because I did feel .
Maybe because we were never meant to be
Maybe because I knew it would hurt.
Maybe because I knew you were trouble.
Are you going to stay
When I look like a homeless wreck?
Are you going to stay
When I’m a total mess ?
If yes, then I promise it’s a worthy mess
And I promise I will stand by you when nothing is perfect because it might be all a mess but your my mess.
It’s curse to be observant.
I notice all the little details.
When you smile and the way your tongue brushes your lips
When you read that page and your eyes light up .
When you’re angry and you roll your eyes.
How you unconsciously touch your collar when you’re worried .
How you can’t stop nodding when disinterested .
How you fake laugh at my lame jokes.
How you hold your breadth when we are close .
How you squeeze my hand when I’m nervous.
How you smell like home.
It’s painful how observant I am and was
How I noticed when you stopped smiling with your eyes
How you stopped squeezing my hand.
How you stopped laughing at my antics.
How you stopped smelling like home
I hate how painfully observant I am and was.
If you fuck me up
I’ll cry for you at night and tell myself it’s going to be okay but I’d never come back to you.