Your bedroom was small
But it held big dreams of mine
I should've known that first night
When you kissed me all too boldly
That what we had would unravel
So coldly
I should've known after 2 days of not hearing from you
All my visions and aspirations with you
Were ultimately untrue.
Your bedroom was small;
4 walls,
But each of them wide enough
To grip me at your calling
I should've known when you
Didn't say hi to me at the party
It wasn't me... it wasn't us,
It was always you.
I should've known
Each I miss you wasn't an "i miss you,"
it was a you missed what I did for you
Your bedroom was dark each time
I laid in it,
In literature class they don't teach you
That foreshadows happens in real life,
In my living room, my mother never warned me about the boy who
Would hold me with no intention of
Making me his wife...y
I should've listened when you told me
You weren't ready,
I shouldn't have italicized and highlighted
Your excuses as acceptable
When all you wanted
Was for my endless desires to be quieted
Because to you a label was unacceptable.
I should've known that a
Second chance,
Shouldn't be granted
To boys who selfishly grasp
At my vulnerability
When it comes to romance
I should've never written poems
Asking myself what it was that
Made you deem me unworthy
I should've realized
After relapse 2 and 3 and 4
That your words would always be
Untrustworthy.
Your bedroom is small,
It can no longer hold me,
Its walls thinned out.
Perhaps my dreams are too wide
Or perhaps I've finally
Found my pride.