you said the worst words you could find when i left you. you lied to me when i confronted you about going behind my back and telling some stranger that we fucked and i screamed your name. you never even kissed me, and you told her that. you didn't even expose me. you just repeated words i always tell myself. but god, did i hate when you got upset with me for being sensitive the whole month after i found out. you were so oblivious too. i don't get how. you were the one that gave me your password. sometimes, i tell myself that you wanted me to see it. that you wanted it because you knew that i was in a dark, confused place and that i could've fallen back into her arms. then when i blew up on you, she was the first person there, so you did everything you could to damage me.
and all you did was make me angry.
YOU ARE READING
Pained
PoetryBook #3 in the Drained series Love with a darkness within. (Rants included, along with my old collections from journals I've written in the past)
