You decided I was something to take advantage of
to use and reuse
until I stopped being fun.
Are girls just dolls to you?
Is that the image you get of us every time you jack off?
You treated my passions and seriousness as a joke
because it wasn't what you wanted me to be.
You thought you owned me.
And you thought you owned her
until we proved you wrong.
You left so quick. You didn't want to be here.
You thought this world was gonna wrap itself around your pinky
but boy, you were so goddamn wrong
you left without a trace while I was busy.
And I'm sure you're reading this now, knowing its about you
and wondering why it's called forgiveness
when I don't fucking forgive you.
I still have your messages.
I've been sharing them with other people who want to know what kind of person you're really like
or what kind of person you were to me versus what kind of person you were to them
but the more I give people my phone and have them start from the very beginning, the more I realize
you aren't worth the time
and I was so silly to think you were.
I don't forgive you.
You still try to linger.
But you left.