It starts with confusion, frustration, and anger, snowballing into disappointment, heartache, and sadness. Fuck you, why can’t it ever be about her? If anybody in this world is deserving of your consideration, respect and love it’s her. She is all that is beautiful. Why can’t she be your first? I am sick of dragging you along, pausing and waiting at every turn, looking back, coaxing you along. You are beginning to feel like dead weight that I’m ready to fucking drop.
You manipulate
You lie
Selfish is your being
You do wrong
You blame
The ride is over
You pretend
You betray
For all to see
She is aware
She stands strong
Your games cease
