You Don’t Know...
"I don’t think you know what you did to me" 🥀
Those light eyes
Your dark hair
And the way you smiled at me
I don’t think you know what you did to me
And just how much you made me feel guilty
You’d put your arm around me and I would tense up
Just wanting to slip away
Your “comforting” words meant nothing for all I heard was your selfishness and insecurity
I fell to have let you down so many times
But as time had gone by I had grew to try
And I let you have a chance
but you didn’t realize you took it for granted
You didn’t realize the trust I put in you
O’ the things I did for you
That one vivid night your anxiety took a new high..
I stayed by your side and talked you through..
I spent my time on you,
I cared for you..
like the day I told our friends I needed utter silence after you fell asleep on my couch
Cause I knew you were deprived from the night before..
Or the time you laid on my living room floor with such pain and I took care of you
Making sure you were alright..
I did so much for you that you didn’t even acknowledge
And in the end you seemed to let it all go over your head
Little did you know just what you did to me...
I was changing,
I was anxious and stressed
but I hid it well
I felt worthless and horrible for when it seemed I let you down
at times we had fun and by god I really tried
but you have no idea what you'd really done
you don't know the toll it took on me when I was hungry but wouldn't eat
or how much I lost in my figure because you'd hardly touch a bite
I always wondered what was wrong with me when you started going to her about your problems
or the stress you put me through when it was possible that you were going to be a father with an ex
there was so much that built up that in the end I simply had to let go
I even thought we could be friends
but instead you turned on me
listening to someone else's lies..
even after always saying I was the one you trusted most...
I thought it could end peacefully
but instead you humiliated me
which concluded into hours of tears
when before I was fine...
your words cut me,
you killed me,
and I cant hate you..
but that doesn't mean I have to love you...
you helped me realize you really are just.. Young.
and that's what you never knew.
About the Creator
Johnae Rose
The story of a writer is always one of emotion..
Everyone has a muse
Mine's you.. and you're the reason I write.
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