You’re a meadow like Death Valley and I’m sick of this drought.
This love is like a labyrinth, with too many traps and too much doubt.
I’ll never be enough for you, but you also don’t deserve me.
I’m either thirsty or I’m drowning, it’s the desert or the sea.
It’s true what they say:
nothing gold can stay.
I gave you a second chance, and you burned it like a bridge.
For a girl who doesn’t care for you and probably never did.
And now you want me in your life, for no reason but to taunt.
I’m sick and tired of feeling exhausted, my heart is nearly gaunt.
I’m gray inside and probably out, although you haven’t noticed yet.
You’re probably too busy ******* her in your liberal college bed.
I hope she makes you happy, and then she breaks our heart.
Maybe you’ll learn the lesson you’ve needed from the very start.
That probably is cruel of me, but I’m sick of karma’s sleeping.
I never did one wrong to you, but life always has me weeping.
People aren’t playthings, and are not at your dispense.
You’ve lost your goodness and humility, and probably common sense.
I’m walking away free and clear, out of this labyrinth of uneven care.
Maybe my footprints will prove to you how it isn’t fair.
You’ve lied and you’ve cheated and you’ve broken my heart thrice.
And here you are, free and clear, isn’t that so nice?
I hope you live a good, long life, and I hope you do things great.
But I also hope you grow up before it’s too late.
So as you examine all the sand and sea and wonder what went sour,
I’ll be laughing and dancing and feeling alive instead of sobbing in the shower.
Do not take this as bitterness, for I see our past as sweet,
But don’t **** around with fire if you can’t take the heat.