I’ll never enjoy your scent, your
touch. I’ll never believe all your words
that I’ve heard so many times before.
Your attempt to breath life into
your lies is the very reason why my love for you has died.
It wasn’t enough that I respected
you, naw, you wanted more. It wasn’t
enough that I tried to understand you.
It wasn’t enough that I exactly
saw you. Not the backstabbing labels of
society, but you, really you; and then
to find out that the person I thought was you was lies all along.
Your attempt to regain something you
were blind to all along is sickening. I
tried to be there for you. You were only
there for me to make sure that I was around for you.
Where’s the truth? I’m so fucking tired of all your lies.
It’s gotten so bad I’m even used to
you not being you anymore. Why would you
think less of me that I have to stop being me so that you can be you?
You can never say that I never
tried. So, stop trying to convince yourself that I’m going to take you
back.
Just because you finally cried;
finally a real emotion from you.
Sorry, it’s too late.
Maybe next time you believe your own
lies you’ll know how it feels to believe someone else’s.
I loved you, but it’s too bad you
didn’t love yourself.
-Tanjila Pettis
