If only

If only you knew the way I used to feel about you,

maybe you would tell me how you really felt about me giving up on you

saying yes to your friend.

But he is sweet and kind and cares for me

isn't afraid to say so, like you

Maybe if you respected me and my body more

You woudn't have missed out and feel so pissed now

I was going to say sorry but you don't deserve it, go flirt with the rest of my crew.

They know your bad news.

Screw you.

 

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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