Come to think of it, you never loved me for who I am.
For me to find out, it was just a matter of time.
Looking back at old texts, you really are just like the rest.
I thought you were a different kind. A special one. Rent free in my mind.
But you never once mentioned any personality traits you liked of me,
only the physical qualities.
I on the other hand saw you as my world.
I still do, but I’m not going to let you know you made me blue.
I like your smile, “reptile skin” (lol)
I like your eyes, your funny shaped nose,
I like your caring side, the funny side,
The smart side, (literally all of you)
You liked my “****” lips, my “seductive” thighs, my “pretty” eyes.
You liked your “stress….” My “cute” face my ahh.
I did almost everything for you. Almost.
But of course, of course, who cares about me least, I think of the most.
I guess it was a long time coming…