was it worth it? were her lips as sweet as they seem? as soft as mine? did she give that little flutter in your heart that you get when you kiss me? what about that smile afterwards? was it as straight, and white, and pretty as you say mine is? when you look me in the eyes and say you love me, are you sure you’re not seeing her? are you sure that you’re not in love with her? apparently we both make you feel the same. you see, my bestfriend told me to leave you. leave you the same way you left me. alone and clueless. with no one to go to. because the person i was supposed to depend on the most, was kissing someone else. why should i stay with someone who makes me feel anything less than whole? i didn’t ask for it to happen like this. or for it to happen at all. i won’t ask anymore questions but one, was it worth it?
everyday I ramble the taste of my words like blood in my mouth reminding me that what I say is unpleasant that no one cares the syllables flowing have no meaning I watch as eyes divert hoping to not catch mine in hopes that I don't open this contraption of mine and let noise flow from it
I feel like I talk too much and me continuing to do so would just lead to annoyance
It’s too noisy these days I’m at the point where I don’t want to listen Seems everybody’s got something to say Leave me alone please I don’t want to hear your chatter anymore I wish I had a remote so I could mute you all
You claim you know me. Comment observations as if they are facts. How I am "adorable", "pretty" or a "coy" under a guise.
Unaware. You're contradicting every word you spout. Head stuck so high up in the clouds. Truly not able to truly look around. The bigger picture is so far from your vision. No ladder will ever be high enough to bring you back down to reality.
You claim you "feel" for me. In contrast you deny this claim, In case I'll be bummed. We can't have a fairy tale love, or one like in the rom-coms.
Thus, I have no ill feelings towards you. Just no real expectations. Understand, There have been no investments made by my heart. Do not bank on unsubstantiated visionaries. Of me being this lovesick mutt Who you throw a bone.
Rejection is something I have also dished. I am not always the one on the receiving end. Although I have a peculiar taste, Do you think are you actually my cup of tea? Not the kind you drink to be polite. In a rush before a flight. But instead to savour on a warm night.
You act as though you are my first choice, As though I am pining for your affection. Like every word that you spew. Has monumental significance.
This isn't me being bitter. It's my response to your wittiness. Understanding the very words you play with Can be put forward in exchange.