so for that boy
i grew my hair out
tried to be prettier as he
complimented me
comparing other girls
and his past lovers
and the way i talk
the way i walk
he controlled
everything i said, everything i did
made sure his texts were replied
even if i was busy,
i'd lie
ensure he's fine
but if i am not
it's alright
don't wanna spill the cup full but
wasn't as happy as i should
would go rounds of fights
made sure we were fine by night
feelings kept, no harm done
could've change something
but there was none
i laid my kindness
too pure for his soul
he thinks of me often,
maybe just my body, or so
i wrote til he didnt care
would call me a depressed
but really, i guess it was fair
he took everything away
even me
and in this thing i called love
oh how blind i was
for a boy
who wouldn't give a single ****
about me.