i’m not sorry for loving him
but i am sorry for hurting you,
i know you’d rather me write about your chocolate eyes
instead of his baby blues.
believe me,
to be honest, so would i.
taking the boy who writes me the world
over the one who constantly lies.
so yes, i know it’s about me,
but please let me sway you in some way,
it’s not fair to have a bad runner like me
sprinting through your mind everyday.
cause i’m not the angel
you make me out to be,
i’m stressed and depressed,
full to the brim with insecurities.
i’m needy and high maintenance...
but i’m sure you know that by now.
the way i ensnared you like i did,
i still don’t know how.
and that’s the other thing,
i’m so bad for you- how can’t you see?
that the best version of you
isn’t being weighed down by me.
he’s strong, independent.
better on his own.
he learned the importance of
not making some girl his home.
and “some girl” i am,
i’m sure there’s plenty of me out there,
with less issues, less chance of hurting you
and of course- better hair.
so darling,
don’t be wooed by some makeup and a dress,
you should focus on my inside-
a ragged, torn mess.
there’s a reason so many
before you have caved:
i’m a girl stuck in a tower
who doesn’t want to be saved.
so i apologize for hurting your heart,
i really, truly do.
but stop your heart from loving me
and you’ll be the best version of you.