but the funny thing is
you promised
that i was so precious
to you it makes you anxious
when i don’t text you
you get suspicious
but honey here’s how texts work:
you can text first too
so why go berserk when i don’t text you?
call me malicious
my love fictitious
when i don’t text you you turn so vicious
but honey what are you on about?
look on the table, all my cards are out
you used to call me lovely
and hold me closely
made me believe you adored me
wanted me
all of me
but the weight of my existence
was too much for you to bear
so persistence turned into distance
and limerence turned into warfare
darling
i’m tired of mending and entertaining
i was sinking
shrinking myself
fighting to stay
standing
but no
you saw me, used and bruised,
then slammed the door on me
were you just confused
when you said you loved me?
Forever a Pretender 