Sometimes, late at night, old memories of you creep in my mind.
I scream at my inner self to push them out, my thoughts intertwined.
The pain seeps in, and my happiness is gone.
Did you really need to break me down this much? Come on.
Your name constantly dances on the tip of my tongue,
every word you've told me stung.
The memories blurred.
Yet, I still remembered every word.
Was it love, was it lust,
the way you made me feel was so unjust.
My mind couldn't find a word to describe what I felt.
Your wicked stare made me melt,
your words made my stomach knot.
Your lips made my body tingle and brought
emotions out I'd never felt before.
You changed me and made me your little wh0re.
You never loved me, but of course not.
We shouldn't have fought,
I got selfish, and I needed more of you.
You told me to move on, to push through.
We weren't meant to end this way.
"Too broken," we got led astray.
What made me break, what made us break?
The mental abuse, the abandonment, the heartache?
A constant fear of solitary clouded my mind.
Why was I always the one left behind?
You walked away so easy,
it made me feel horribly uneasy.
Didn't I mean enough for you to stay?
Everything was just child's play
to you, everything was for the benefit of you.
I became an easy scr3w.
You never loved me, but of course not.
I needed more of you, or so I thought.
I stopped being selfish, and replaced my thoughts with sanity.
Besides, you were so wrapped up in your own vanity.
You told me to move on, so I'm trying.
I'm done with the lying, crying, the undying
love I thought I felt for you.
We're done, we're through, I need to make do
with what I truly deserve.
You had quite the nerve,
