There was once a guy, i thought wrong... i made mistakes.

Feeling used

Hurting inside being bruised

Its not same as being used.

Feeling hurt, why does this feel like a curse.

Being used to it. Yes I will admit.

“I don’t deserve this or even getting hit”

No one ever listens; No one ever cares how I feel

Half of the time it feels like a fairy-tale, not even real.

Ill talk about me, when I was free.

A life and a family.

There was no lies no judgement.

There was attachment.

Being with someone who loved me

Who I thought would cheat and they would be three.

Well I thought wrong, Lost the one.

Who cherished me L

Fighting for him back, then I get attacked.

I say  “im sorry”,

he says “ quite a story”

I start to seek then he starts to speak.

“ don’t you cry, don’t you cry its for the best,

youll understand just go get some rest.

I break down into tears, begging for him to take me back.

He says “your too late, ive found someone who doesn’t speak too much crack”

I try get over him, so I found someone else, he treated me like a darling, his words made me laugh and smile  like “ dream my tender starling”.

Still feeling for someone else, tranna hide it. Then the one im dating starts to notice.

We start to forget, then we cuddle and then we lay in bed and I start to chuckle.

The touch of him made me smile, then I heard him start to dial.

I said who is that he says “ a mate of mine”

I say “ a girl or a boy?”

He replies “ an ex-girlfriend of mine”

I kick him off the bed, and flung a marrow-bone at his head.

Then I told him to go “f*ck his self. I rather be on my self.”

There’s plenty of time to have a boyfriend, no more chasing after them, Not wanting to be a girlfriend.

The end….