When are you going to admit to yourself that he never took that **** in the first place?
That he never believed those sullen faces you wore
Or the stories you told about your broken heart
That had been “true” but sounded so far-fetched and wrong!
He never felt sorry for you
Or thought about you in the middle of the night
No, he never would have!
He hadn’t wasted a tear over you
And that wasn’t because boys didn’t usually cry
But because he had no ******* point to!
For his infrequent sympathy
You were an unlikely choice
Didn’t you know!
And all the more time you pray for him to give in
To want to hold you in his arms because he thought you needed someone
How are you so capable of that trickery!
You need someone like you need air
You need someone to hold you and tell you it’s alright, it’s okay
Yet you plan on playing them and at long last devouring their sole love for life itself!
You’re a monster
A parasite
A control freak!
It’s someone’s sincere grief that stimulates your iron fist around the more unfortunates’ throats
You’ll flatten them for sympathy and pity
Until their necks snap!
No, I’m glad he saw through your disguise
I’m glad he saved himself from the pain in the end
When you would hurt him more than you ever were to begin with!
Jul 30, 2011
Jul 30, 2011 at 12:53 PM UTC
When are you going to admit to yourself that he never took that **** in the first place?
That he never believed those sullen faces you wore
Or the stories you told about your broken heart
That had been “true” but sounded so far-fetched and wrong!
He never felt sorry for you
Or thought about you in the middle of the night
No, he never would have!
He hadn’t wasted a tear over you
And that wasn’t because boys didn’t usually cry
But because he had no ******* point to!
For his infrequent sympathy
You were an unlikely choice
Didn’t you know!
And all the more time you pray for him to give in
To want to hold you in his arms because he thought you needed someone
How are you so capable of that trickery!
You need someone like you need air
You need someone to hold you and tell you it’s alright, it’s okay
Yet you plan on playing them and at long last devouring their sole love for life itself!
You’re a monster
A parasite
A control freak!
It’s someone’s sincere grief that stimulates your iron fist around the more unfortunates’ throats
You’ll flatten them for sympathy and pity
Until their necks snap!
No, I’m glad he saw through your disguise
I’m glad he saved himself from the pain in the end
When you would hurt him more than you ever were to begin with!