tfpg.

She told me that she hated me
How she regretted dating me
How I wasn’t shit and had everything to do with it.
It being us and our relationship being a bust
And how she couldn’t trust my own investment in us.
I believed that was her insecurities speaking to me
At one time it wasn’t all so bleak to me
I wasn’t sure how this came to be but I just sat and listened.
Or read since text messaging and social networking has replaced actual communication.
She trusted me and “I lost a good thing”
But if we were so good then why did I always hurt so much?
She told me I lost someone who really cared about me.
If she cared so much then why were things being thrown in my face that I didn’t deserve?
She had the nerve to say that she sat and prayed but came to the realization that there wasn’t shit to pray about; straight played me out.
I’ll take responsibility for my own actions
But things weren’t being reciprocated to my satisfaction
There was a lot of finger pointing and constant bashing
And taking what I worked hard to build and tarnishing and trashing.
I continued to listen.
Well, read.
Oddly enough I had no remorse in this divorce that was occurring
Because when the lines start blurring
And joy turns to hate
And when dates turn to fights
And fights to frustrated nights
And anger turns to danger in the form of elevation
Then you want to combine that floating with cups of inebriation
It’s time to stop the pacing, waiting, complicating, and debating
Regarding a battle you were meant to lose.
I refuse to continue this mental suicide caused by your pride and prodding my sides
The ride was long and I learned much along the way,
Including the things that there was no point in saying.