MA

Thu, 03/08/2018 - 00:03 -- tcope77

Honestly, what's the point of this game you play?

When all you'd rather do is lay up and smoke all day

You say over and over to let my guard down but when I finally do

It's like a switch goes off that says let me get the fuck away from you

I'm just as scared as you if not more

But yet all of a sudden talking to me is like a chore

You say you're in love with me and bring me flowers

Aha you're smart because the kindness gained you all the power

My affection finally came out but apparently it's too strong

When I should've kept my guard up all along

And here I am again chasing after someone who said they cared

But when in reality, getting close to me is something they wouldn't dare

You had me believing I was one of the best things that happened to you

But really, tell me when did Max call you up telling you what to do?

He destroyed me but you twisted the knife

Being betrayed with kind words has me wondering why I let boys into my life

MAnuel, MAx, MAsk, MAlicious

I don't understand why anyone would choose to be this vicious

I get it, you're looking out for number one

But can't you just be a man and tell me you're done?

This poem is about: 
Me

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