You lying *****
Trusted, cannot believe I did.
Right out, I asked you.
“Is it her?”
“Is she the one you’re aching for?”
Lied, right to my face.
Said, “No, never.”
It was a lie.
“Sorry” is what you say now
Does that really mean anything?
Hurt, I am.
Never tell you, I will.
“I'm so sorry,” you say.
Well, “sorry” won't cut it.
Not this time.
I’ve let too many people hurt me.
Not today.
Stand my ground, I will.
“You can never tell her any of this.”
Trusting me, now are you?
Begging, pleading.
The ball is in my court now *****
Ruin your life, I could.
Leave you alone to rot, maybe.
Though, will I?
You know me better than most.
Possible, is it?
Never, because I cannot lie to you.
Me be that person, impossible.
Not to you, never to you.
Hurt me, you can.
Hurt you, I could never.
Oct 30, 2016
Oct 30, 2016 at 10:54 PM UTC
You lying *****
Trusted, cannot believe I did.
Right out, I asked you.
“Is it her?”
“Is she the one you’re aching for?”
Lied, right to my face.
Said, “No, never.”
It was a lie.
“Sorry” is what you say now
Does that really mean anything?
Hurt, I am.
Never tell you, I will.
“I'm so sorry,” you say.
Well, “sorry” won't cut it.
Not this time.
I’ve let too many people hurt me.
Not today.
Stand my ground, I will.
“You can never tell her any of this.”
Trusting me, now are you?
Begging, pleading.
The ball is in my court now *****
Ruin your life, I could.
Leave you alone to rot, maybe.
Though, will I?
You know me better than most.
Possible, is it?
Never, because I cannot lie to you.
Me be that person, impossible.
Not to you, never to you.
Hurt me, you can.
Hurt you, I could never.
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