Let me be 100% honest for once,
I'll even swear on a Bible if that makes it any better.
But I'll be ****** if I sit back with my mouth shut any longer,
Let's call this a "the love you've lost" letter

My heart drops into my gut when I find out you're "with" other girls.
I feel sick to my stomach and cheap.
I'm jealous as hell and find myself almost holding back tears,
but I also refuse to let you see me this weak.

I'm terrified to tell you how much you're hurting me,
because that would give you too much power.
So instead I bottle it up and release my words on a page;
as something formerly bittersweet, becomes just straight sour.

I could literally fill up the space between us,
with everything that you've chosen not to say.
And I'll tell you this; I don't have to tolerate your behavior;
no one deserves to be treated this way.

Recognize this not as goodbye, but rather me taking a stand.
I'm fed up, I'm tired, and all around over this.
So do us both a favor and be a ******* man.
Or prepared to be permanently dismissed.

How long am I going to be your "sometimes"?
Your "maybe" or "I'm not sure yet"?
How many times are you going to put me on a shelf
until you decide you're ready to want me again?
I'm not ready to kiss you goodbye,
and be left only with the memories.
So please don't make me think there's hope of a something,
if you're just going to leave me here with nothing
but a broken dream.

I'm always thinking about you, but now you're thinking about "her".
I refuse to let you see; I won't let you know how much this hurts.

Like that terrible feeling in my stomach I get when I see you with someone who's not me.
Kissing her lips instead of mine, holding her with tender hands, so loving and gently.

And just like that, I feel like I never mattered; my worth to you has lessened significantly.
Because if I'm that easily replaceable, just how special can I truly be?

this is for every conversation where I hesitated
and each instant I second-guessed myself
for all the moments that should have been
and every "what if" that I've over-thought
I've lost so many opportunities
from choosing to say nothing one too many times,
and what I meant hid behind closed lips
so instead my silence spoke too loud
but hopefully you're listening now
and these unspoken truths will finally be heard
so this language between us of misunderstandings
might finally be able to be put into words

I thought I knew you pretty well, or at least I was beginning to,
but now I'm starting to doubt if what I thought I knew was ever true.

Because the person I'm looking at is a mystery to me,
behaving exactly like the man he always said he would never be.

Maybe it was all in my head and I only imagined the best parts,
because who you actually are is breaking what's left of my heart.

You do everything in excess now, from drinking to having meaningless ***,
so maybe separating myself from you is only for the best.

A piece of me really doesn't want to let you go,
but how can I hold on to a stranger; you've become someone I don't even know.

I've been trying to write about you for hours,
hoping the words will flow naturally,
and finally it'll all make sense.
But the hours have become days
and the words never came
so I'm just as confused as when I began.