I am not mad that you found another
I am mad that you looked into my eyes
And lied
For months

So far the worst part about finding out
That you were cheating on me

Is that you could into my eyes
And lie with your silver tongue
While my heart disintegrated
Into your waiting hands.  

Wolf in sheep’s clothing.

I hope that she promises you the world
To never, ever hurt you

And then promptly discards you like trash
So you can see how it feels

You told me
That you needed space
That you needed time
To be alone

But being alone
Does not mean
Being up in the sheets
Of your roommate

I think the most difficult part of a breakup
Is realizing that they just don’t care.

I think I’m too big for New York.
I can’t fit into its small spaces.

My world is so much bigger than this place

It will be time to leave soon.

I want to trust you
Fall into the vision

But your thorny exterior is making it difficult.

There have been others
Like you

Who believed they loved me, and they too, left, but you were supposed to be different, hm.