it hurts me to see you
to hear you speak
with a smile in your voice
not directed at me
but at something painful to hear
your voice directed at with whom i compete
its an ache in my chest and ice in my throat
and an anger id never thought that id know
that you speak to girls
when you broke up with me
because you needed to be single
to fix your failing sanity.
you told me you needed
to be on your own
and i loved you so i
unwillingly let you go
i thought you couldn't even talk to me
i thought you were really in pain
you used suicide as an excuse
and i was so scared that i let you walk away
but i see you a month later
and i realize
that you were playing a game.
****
you
because
you flirt with these girls
while i burn inside
and i crush the tender love
that im trying so hard to hide.
you hurt me.
you hurt me.