It Wasn't Fair (A Poem to the Asshole)

It wasn't fair to me,

To deal with all of your 

Bottled-up, pent-up shit

When you couldn't deal with it yourself

 

It wasn't fair to me,

To always scare me by saying

You'd be dead by morning 

And I was left laying in a puddle of tears

 

It wasn't fair to me,

To promise to always love you

No matter how much you hurt me

And then for you to go on breaking my heart

 

It wasn't fair,

But honestly I'm glad

Knowing you're an asshole

Makes it that much easier to move on.

This poem is about: 
Me

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