i know one day
when someone brings me up
you'll say
"sorry, i've never met her."
we'll both know
that that's a lie,
but like the hypocrite i am,
i'll do the same
when asked about you.
however,
i did nothing to you
yet you cringe when you think of me,
when i'm brought up,
when you see me,
like i was the one who hurt
you.
who ripped your heart out
and left a gaping hole
that was filled
with late night sobs,
alcohol,
and cuts on your wrists.
you ******* lie
all the time
about what really happened
between us.
like you're ashamed
that you felt something
for someone as ****** up
and ugly
and pitiful
as me.
well here's a news flash for you,
you can't escape the past
i'm not the best thing
that's ever happened to you
but i know i'm **** sure
not the worst
and no matter
what you say
you know
deep down
when you wrapped
your arms around me
as we laid in my bed,
it wasn't just for my benefit.