what happens when you get tired of her too?
when she isn’t enough for you?
nitpicking at every aspect of her
picking at her personality like a child picking petals off a rose.
only calling her when you’re lonely
breaking her heart slowly
leaving her shattered on the ground
with only herself to sweep up
or maybe that’s just me.
maybe you’re meant for each other.
maybe she’s narcissistic, egotistical, rude and selfish just like you,
maybe you two balance each other right out.
or maybe she isn’t.
ill never know.
it’s like we never happened.
when you get tired of her, are you just going to move onto the next best thing?
constantly leaving destruction in your path?
breaking people slowly, taking parts of them they’ll never get back
when will I be myself again?
the me I was before you.
Jun 13, 2018
Jun 13, 2018 at 1:32 AM UTC
what happens when you get tired of her too?
when she isn’t enough for you?
nitpicking at every aspect of her
picking at her personality like a child picking petals off a rose.
only calling her when you’re lonely
breaking her heart slowly
leaving her shattered on the ground
with only herself to sweep up
or maybe that’s just me.
maybe you’re meant for each other.
maybe she’s narcissistic, egotistical, rude and selfish just like you,
maybe you two balance each other right out.
or maybe she isn’t.
ill never know.
it’s like we never happened.
when you get tired of her, are you just going to move onto the next best thing?
constantly leaving destruction in your path?
breaking people slowly, taking parts of them they’ll never get back
when will I be myself again?
the me I was before you.
you know who you are.
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