anon poem

No chance, I’ve lost you.

If you hadn't told me then, I would’ve never known.

Though I don’t think you would’ve been able to live with yourself. 

Knowing what you’ve done. Knowing everything.

Your apologies always bounced off of me.

Actions have always spoken louder than words, so shut your fucking mouth for once.

Rage is all that fuels me and yet, I still have no motivation.

Where does it come from? 

Is it jealousy? Hatred towards you? 

I don’t know. All I know is that you made me feel replaced. You made me hate myself for months.

Fuck you and what you’ve done to me.

You never changed me for the better. You ruined it. 

Now I have to fix your mistakes. 

Because you’re so scared. Of commitment, of living and making mistakes like a normal person.

Your ego is all that holds you back because you are the only one holding yourself to this crazy standard.

I hate you and what you’ve done. 

And yet?

I can’t let you go. I am far too nice to you. 

Fuck you.