you don't know what you've done
what you've been doing for months
i've had enoughi'm so sick of you fucking me over
again and again
it's already the end of octoberand i've wasted too much of my time
on someone who doesn't
give theirs to mei wait for you to notice me
i give you everything i have
just for you to yell at me and hate mewhy do you even hate me
tell me what i have done wrong lately
to make you hate meall i do is listen to you and comfort you
when you come back home so late
and i let you explainthough i know none of it is true
i still put up with it
and tell you that i love youi cannot take these tears
these random mid-day breakdowns
and the quiet days anymoreyou're no good
not for me because
my love is never enough andi'm done with your continuous lies
and the way you describe
me to your friends as a terrible personwhen i bury my life and time
and set it aside for you to
take and hoard all to yourselffuck you.
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)