You know what I find ironic? The way you always left me Dumped me And still wanted me to be there And when I did it once Compared to your dozens You abandoned me
I find it ironic that you didn't want To be like your father Who left you Who hurt you But you became him
And that's why you were always angry
You couldn't forgive me Because you hadn't forgiven yourself
I find it ironic that you said you loved me As you left me
That you made promises And broke them all Always fearing I'd break mine
I find you ironic
Your scar Your eyes Your very essence
I had loved you so completely And love had blinded me to the flaws
Love blinded me from the irony
You must not have loved me Because you poked and prodded Every single one