You had my heart,
you had residence in my brain,
you had a seat at the hand of my faith,
you had my love wrapped around your
entire body.
You had me thinking of all the
joyous adventures we would take
just us two,
you had me in love with you but more than that,
I was a fool.
I was more into it than you,
I put in more effort than you,
I followed all the rules unlike you,
I actually wanted this, it was all except you
who wanted two hearts to be better than one.
I showed my rage,
you showed that you were a man,
it took til our breakup to
present that to me.
I wanted you to be okay,
I wanted you to live okay,
I wanted you to find happiness,
I even wanted you to find
love again.
I reached out on your birthday,
you said I was a beautiful person.
I thought the universe of you,
you thought I was just your beautiful
prop.
More than a prop, dummy, puppet, or
toy,
I was nothing but your fool.
Traumatized and scarred by our finish,
my depression is the evidence
that I was a big fat fool for you,
thanks for nothing,
you liar.