My fault?

You thought I wouldn’t amount up to anything, you said I make you puke. The joke here, is you. You were so mean and so cruel. I used to ask, “what did I ever do to you?” You made it seem like it was all my fault, like it was my job to fix you. I’m sticking my middle finger up, saying “fuck you dude.” I’ll take responsibility and own up to my part. I shouldn’t have had a heart. I made up excuses for the abuse. I thought you loved me too? Now, I’ll never ask that question again. All along it was never me, it was you. Go and be selfish and an ass to someone else that you’ll just  smash. Thinking that‘s love, you played yourself. Heart break over and over at least (I’ll say it’s over) I can move on and find another. One who is patient and kind. He’s helping me pick up all the pieces you wanted to hide. You didn’t want me to shine, that would mean I out grew you and that you’d lose. You were so good and winning but you were just pretending. How can you win with a heart full of shit? It’s making you bitter and sick and you think you’re the kings of kings. Bullshit.