How could you call this a joke?
Claiming your words to be obvious sarcasm-
You said you love me
You told me that we are meant to be
But you didn’t dare mention
That you only believe in a “30% chance
That this could work out”
Which leaves me full
Of excruciating doubt
About all the other half-truths.
You once told me that I am “the one”
And yet, 10 months and 2 weeks ago,
You announced that we’re done.
You were done with me.
You finished using me.
I sacrificed my dignity,
Lent you my body
A devilish deal done,
And you discarded me
Like a worthless soul,
Raided and rattled,
And with nothing left to uncover
You only desired
To move on to another.
I hate how we are
I want to go back
To when we called hours per day
Nothing to do and plenty to say.
Reminisce a while.
And then, go back to more,
If I had the choice and knew
That you would make me sickly blue
I would not dare ask for your number that day.
I would simply keep my head down,
And walk far, far away.
And keep walking
Run as I’m out of sight
And escape from your sexual assault
….
And keep running a few miles for good measure.
7d ago
May 28, 2026 at 6:15 AM UTC
How could you call this a joke?
Claiming your words to be obvious sarcasm-
You said you love me
You told me that we are meant to be
But you didn’t dare mention
That you only believe in a “30% chance
That this could work out”
Which leaves me full
Of excruciating doubt
About all the other half-truths.
You once told me that I am “the one”
And yet, 10 months and 2 weeks ago,
You announced that we’re done.
You were done with me.
You finished using me.
I sacrificed my dignity,
Lent you my body
A devilish deal done,
And you discarded me
Like a worthless soul,
Raided and rattled,
And with nothing left to uncover
You only desired
To move on to another.
I hate how we are
I want to go back
To when we called hours per day
Nothing to do and plenty to say.
Reminisce a while.
And then, go back to more,
If I had the choice and knew
That you would make me sickly blue
I would not dare ask for your number that day.
I would simply keep my head down,
And walk far, far away.
And keep walking
Run as I’m out of sight
And escape from your sexual assault
….
And keep running a few miles for good measure.
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