You say you don’t want to be there,
don’t want to play, don’t care to stay
but the second I find somewhere else to laugh,
you’re suddenly on your way.
You call it coincidence.
It never is.
You need a break, you say
but somehow I’m the villain in every room you enter.
My name travels faster than the truth ever could,
dressed up in your version of “hurt.”
You cry like it costs you something,
like it proves you’re the one who bleeds
but I’ve started noticing
how quickly it stops once you get what you need.
And if I stand up just once, just enough
suddenly I’ve shattered you.
Funny how fragile you become
only when I stop bending for you.
It’s not confusion.
It’s not miscommunication.
It’s a pattern
and you play it well.
But not well enough
to pretend I don’t see it anymore.
Apr 24
Apr 24, 2026 at 12:24 AM UTC
You say you don’t want to be there,
don’t want to play, don’t care to stay
but the second I find somewhere else to laugh,
you’re suddenly on your way.
You call it coincidence.
It never is.
You need a break, you say
but somehow I’m the villain in every room you enter.
My name travels faster than the truth ever could,
dressed up in your version of “hurt.”
You cry like it costs you something,
like it proves you’re the one who bleeds
but I’ve started noticing
how quickly it stops once you get what you need.
And if I stand up just once, just enough
suddenly I’ve shattered you.
Funny how fragile you become
only when I stop bending for you.
It’s not confusion.
It’s not miscommunication.
It’s a pattern
and you play it well.
But not well enough
to pretend I don’t see it anymore.
I just had enough of the lies
