This game
I can't deal with it again
When is it going to sink in
that I am not something to win
I am not a reward for good behaviour
I don't have a ******* tick sheet
I don't give a **** about what you have
and haven't done, but don't you dare
look at me as an object to be 'won'
I miss you
The you who kissed my forehead
and told me I was too gorgeous and intelligent
to cry or be sad,
I miss you staring in my face and looking truly
glad that I could be with you
That I could love you.
I miss the you
who wasn't suddenly a lad.
You know who I am.
You know everything, before now
you said you didn't give a **** about
stuff I wore, or if I swore or
was 'unladylike' because that was me
I thought you fell in love with me
But apparently even your love can feel
un-sturdy, I feel like you've lured me in for a ****
You're eating me like a last meal, when
you have so many more years to give,
You turning on me is like a shiv through
the ribs
There's nothing left that I can give.
I've played the conditional game before
It burnt me til I could not trust
Then the lock was hit with lust, and then
you were the one to find a key.
Please
Please
Please
I don't like this new guy
It's you I want to see
I swear that I am still me
Nov 1, 2014
Nov 1, 2014 at 8:49 PM UTC
This game
I can't deal with it again
When is it going to sink in
that I am not something to win
I am not a reward for good behaviour
I don't have a ******* tick sheet
I don't give a **** about what you have
and haven't done, but don't you dare
look at me as an object to be 'won'
I miss you
The you who kissed my forehead
and told me I was too gorgeous and intelligent
to cry or be sad,
I miss you staring in my face and looking truly
glad that I could be with you
That I could love you.
I miss the you
who wasn't suddenly a lad.
You know who I am.
You know everything, before now
you said you didn't give a **** about
stuff I wore, or if I swore or
was 'unladylike' because that was me
I thought you fell in love with me
But apparently even your love can feel
un-sturdy, I feel like you've lured me in for a ****
You're eating me like a last meal, when
you have so many more years to give,
You turning on me is like a shiv through
the ribs
There's nothing left that I can give.
I've played the conditional game before
It burnt me til I could not trust
Then the lock was hit with lust, and then
you were the one to find a key.
Please
Please
Please
I don't like this new guy
It's you I want to see
I swear that I am still me
This is really rough as a poem, but I just needed these thoughts to go somewhere.
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