About Last Night

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About last night
Please forgive me
I was drinking
My mind was fuzzy
I type to tell you
It's all a blur
In hopes, you'll tell me the truth
I guess as it seems
I called my best friend
Right after it happened to me
You saw your chance
And you took it
A piece of me with it too
I thought I could trust you
I guess not
How could you lie to me 
And say its all ok
Nothing works right 
My thinking is mangled
My minds a blur
How could you
If I hadn't called
You would've never told me
So full of lies
Spilling from your crooked teeth
Oozing venom
Meant to subdue me
You're a liar
And you hurt me
How
Could 
You
I thought we were friends
Why can't you get that 
I love him
You know that
He was going to be my husband
But you swooped in
On a girl
Unable to tell you no
Because you could
Do you feel like a man now
Well do you
Do you feel big now
Thinking you've won
At the cost of me losing
Are you happy now
I don't want you to know what I know
Or that I could use it
To royally fuck you over
But now I suppose 
I'll be a good little girl again
And keep my mouth shut
Because that's what I'm supposed to do right
Thats what I'm to do
Roll over
Show my stomach
This time to my knowledge
I know what you did to me
And I hope it haunts you forever
Is it better for me to say
Or let you quietly simmer
Bubble and boil
Beneath your skin
Until it bursts through
Or do you even care
Am I now a trophy
Something to tell your friends
Am I just another Evy
To call a crazy bitch
Is that what you want
You liar and cheat
To just stand back
And let it slide
I don't know how I feel
Like a stranger deep within
Anger and disgust
Boiling under my skin
What am I going to do

Comments

  1. HaileyDecember 9, 2019 at 7:24 PM

    Haunting but the way you wrote it I read to the end.

    ReplyDelete

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