I asked you why and started to cry
you were my security blanket
you were supposed to make me and my heart feel
I say please don’t let it be another girl
You are vague.
You don’t want to talk to me.
You don’t want to dwell on what you’re doing.
You're breaking my heart.
I’m sorry does my vulnerability make you uncomfortable?
Does this pathetic mess make you squirm?
No you say.
“Of course not. It is not you it is just me.”
”I need space you make me feel like I can’t breathe”
Well no you’re wrong, now it is just. Me.
The next day I ask you why
and you say I have already guessed it.
I realize I’m asking the wrong question
and I ask who
you don’t need to be concerned you say
you act like you’re going to know her
and then after that you start to respond slower
I am not like you
I can’t just move on and not look back
my whole world is in a review mirror
and you are there as well
turning the other way
I remember hearing you say
not to be worried .
Who is your baby
you would ask
I’d roll my eyes and give you attitude
but you wouldn’t give in until I said it was me...
Well forgive me darling,
I don’t believe your bullshit lies
that you’ve been only talking to her for a week.
Who is your baby?
because fucking you left me.