i woke up bitter at six am
it was a saturday i could’ve spent sleeping in

well i didn’t ask you to wait for me
but you could have waited a little longer than two ******* weeks

we aren’t transcendent but you had me believe
that this wouldn’t end with staying friends -
you know i think we’d have to die to succeed,
that’s my bad, i’ll confess, i should’ve have known better the day you told me you lie about the colour red

i’m just being honest, like i said i would
i mean you said it too but you’re also a poet who said waxing poetic was something you couldn’t do

darling, leave me if you want to
even if together only ever saw us as being two half truths
i don’t hold it against you - but yes i ******* do
i said no promises and you promised this was everything to you