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May 2012
I’m happy for you I really am,

Her perfect blond curls, her sweet façade of innocents,you done well for yourself my love

We have moved on now,

Yes that includes me too

I get drunk and have “fun”,

Even if it is with my eyes closed and strictly no kissing

But the truth is I love you just never realised it until it was too late,

Or maybe I’m just the stereotype of the girl who only wants what she can’t have

Now I’ll never have you the way I want,

But she will

I’m not perfect, not in your eyes anymore,

I’m *****, contaminated,******

Pity I don’t live up to your standards of a “nice girl”,

You told me before to stop, that i’m a nice girl and nice girls don’t want to get ******

Sorry I can’t play the game,

I have more integrity to act like a FAKE little doll, a shadow of a human being for your contentment

I have never in my life wanted to be perfect,

Perfect always equalled dull and boring in my eyes

I want to be perfect for you,

you deserve only the best my love

But I never will be because you know me too well.
its bitter sweet when someone you love moves on and you know they will be happier with them then you
Teagan
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