I’m writing because I’m pissed.
You lied to my face.
Made promises you wouldn’t keep.
You let me wait for you.
All alone.
Rejecting people who cared about me.
We were supposed to be in this together.
I wrote you letters every day.
But I only sent two.
Because you made it seem like you were too good for me.
I didn’t want to be needy.
I wanted to give you space to be your own person.
But somehow.
You found someone else.
And you know what’s fucked up?
You didn’t even tell me.
I had to see your new girlfriend on social media.
That’s bullshit and you know it.
When you came home.
You loved me.
Wanted to be with me forever.
But you didn’t want to be tied down with a label.
I guess I should have known that wasn’t true.
Its not that you didn’t want a label.
No, that’s not it at all.
You wanted the label, just not me.
- Author: Bay ( Offline)
- Published: January 25th, 2018 01:33
- Category: Unclassified
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