So blinded by looking back at what you lost
Will let ego drown you no matter the cost
The love I gave you is covered with frost
Your future now fleeting without second thought
What was written was clear, so why now the fog
The lines and rhyme between us – written dialogue
There’s a number of them I could catalogue
But now the challenge is loving any at all
I know I’m not the best, I wasn’t even worth a chance
When another came along, you left without a glance
And now you stand pretending we weren’t in a written dance
And I guess denial and lying is now your final stance
© Delia Ross. 2019
Gonna stop writing cuz it’s not even worth copyrighting or subjecting you to my shitty poetry anymore. Save yer fucking likes for someone better. Oh, you already do.
THANKS FOR PULLING THE WOOL OVER MY EYES THEN FORCING ME TO BELIEVE NONE OF IT WAS REAL. THANK YOU
There’s nothing I like better, THAN WASTING MY FUCKING TIME.
I wish I could use people so easily as you do, and then disgard them. But worse, gaslight the entire thing.
OMG THANK YOU SO MUCH. IT’S EVERYTHING I EVER WANTED
I probably should take my lessons and learn from Sylvia Plath.
Shame my house doesn’t run on gas. SARCASM