I couldn’t be the me she wanted me to be
I couldn’t see what she wanted me to see
And let me make it clear, this poem is for Her to hear
But it’s dedicated to The Her that’s here
I’m writing this,
Trying to heal the hurt that’s here
The hidden pain
The hidden pain
The hidden pain
Life never makes sense
Pain never makes sense
So after you left, I became everything I was never
Ever after you,
I was ever, never the same
And after you left, I finally changed
You made me feel so at home
So after you left
I was home alone
I never felt so alone
Unknown to myself
I was a danger
A hazard to my health
I was lost
I was lost
I was lost.
And I’m sorry you paid the cost
You lost
You lost
You lost.
And it breaks my heart to give Her the me you deserved
The me you made –
So I bleed in secret to feel like the debt is being paid
But she’s nice.
A good girl like you
Who likes the things I do
Tonight I told Her she owes them to you
And she told me never to compare you two
But I can’t help but fear you would be happier than she
But unlike you she won’t leave me
And unlike Her, you don’t want to be here
So I’ll give Her everything you deserve
There’s nothing else to do.
Too real, I feel.
it’s okay. this poem is a draft,
Only: my life isn’t, and there lies the rub.
[…] But this is not a story about a Bunny, this is a story about a girl I tried to treat like Bunny ought be treated. […]
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