I lied again and said some words were
the last I'll say about you
but I thought of one more pretense;
I ******* hate you, you know
You're just like my Mom
in the sense of saying things you'll never do
and saying you'll do things you've never done
Delusional and high strung
Determined but so done, with everything and
everyone.
I don't know why I still hold out
waiting for your words, I laugh they're so absurd
coming from the horse that can't fix its own hooves
Please don't say you miss me
or want to see me
or you'll be there
Because it's all lines to feed -- your ego
and my need for reassurance
just to put another hold on your obligations
a little bit longer
some sort of attending to your problems
that have built up so high they're bound to spill
any time now, very soon
because you're awful at staying connected
and getting back to people
and showing you care -- because deep down you don't
and even then you're more dead than alive and repeating lines
you stole from somewhere, someone you felt thrive
before you decided they weren't unique enough