Why the hell can't you show me,
That I mean something to you?
The only time you tell me you love me,
Is when we're *******.
You only want to come get me late at night,
As if you're ashamed of being seen with me.
I just don't understand.
You're supposed to be a man,
Yet you do such childish things.
Why can't you just break my heart and get it over with?
Instead, you sit and torture me.
Calling me and talking to me one moment,
Ignoring me the next.
Why the hell can't you tell me anything?
You tell me you care about me,
But actions speak louder than words.
Often, I sit alone and wonder why I can't bring myself,
To end such a toxic thing.
But when you come to mind,
I can see only the good.
When we cuddle, when you grab my hand,
Those summer days, and summer nights
We spent doing whatever we wanted to do.
Now it's just bitterness and silence.
My mother always told me,
"Baby you're far too nice to this boy, why do you let him treat you this awful? You deserve better."
It took me this long,
But she was right.
You aren't ****,
And no longer will you control me.