I'm setting here waiting all alone, wondering and worring by the phone. I'm wondering what you're doing, and who the fuck you're with. I know if I ask you about it, you'll just pleed the fifth. I'm so sick of worring, and waiting around for you. But deep down I love you, and don't know what the hell to do. You say that you love me, and that you will forever. But then you turn around and play your games, you think you're so fucking clever. I know when you go out, you try to get every girl you see. I know that deep down, you don't really fucking love me. I need to just let go, and tell you're ass good-bye. I'm sick of you're games and bull shit, and sick of the way you lie. It's just so hard to let you go, because I do love you truly. But I'm much to good for your ass, and shouldn't be treated cruley. I need to face the facts, I need to open my eyes. I need to kick your ass to the curb, and start seeing other guys. When I'm gone you'll miss me, and realize what you had. When you come begging me to come back to you, I'll just smile and say too bad! Too fucking bad for you, I've found someone new. Now maybe my dreams of true love, can finally come true. I hope you have fun with your games, and all your fucking lies. I'm just glad I'm done with the shit, and that I finally relized.Birth sign: Pisces
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