When I think of you,
and all the times you made me cry.
It makes me so upset,
I just feel like I could die.
I'm so sick of your games,
and all of your bull shit.
I could never tell you no,
or you'd just throw a fit.
You told me you loved me,
and that you always would.
So why did you go to her,
then ask if I understood?
You said you had love,
for both her and I.
Why did I ever trust you,
you're just a typical guy.
You asked if I would stay,
always be by your side.
I said I thought it would be best,
if you kissed my ass and died.
You wanted your cake,
and wanted to eat it too.
That's not how I play,
so I say "screw you!"
I'll just kick back and relax,
I'll take a little breather.
But don't come running back to me,
when she don't want your ass either.
I'm done with you and your games,
and all the shit that made me sad.
Just remember this one thing,
I was the best thing you ever had!
Birth sign: Pisces
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