This is a poem I wrote about someone when I couldn’t sleep early Saturday morning.
I’m done feeling used
Beaten down abused
I’m like a tortured artist
And you’re my fucked up muse
I wish I never met you
And your stupid cocky self
Because the more I come to know you
It’s like you’re someone else
So take all of your words
Out of my head where they burn
Like a flaming pile of dog shit
Next to the love you somehow earned
Fuck her fuck her
No, fuck motherfucking you
Because you’re the one I trusted
Who I thought cared about me too
You never gave a shit
I’m just a part of your sick game
To boost your fragile ego
That I tried so hard to tame
I’ll never change you, crazy
Not now, not fucking ever
But I only blame myself
Because I should’ve known better
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