Please allow me to speak up for what you did to me,
when you played God and trampled on my insecurities.
It started on the day your kisses felt cold on my lips,
and I was too caught up and blinded by my ignorance.
I never would have guessed that I was only being used.
You fit the role so well, I never expected it to come from you,
and then you twisted the truth only to make me look bad,
but you’ll be sorry once you realize what you really had.
You’re not a man,
you’re just someone who thinks he can own girls.
You’re so full of it
and you’ll never know what true love is.
One day you’ll wake up and you’ll realize you’re alone,
you’ll grow old and you won’t have someone there.
One day you’ll wake up and you’ll realize what you lost,
but when you crawl back I swear I wouldn’t care.
You keep thinking life’s a game and that you’re winning it,
but honestly you’re just too arrogant and full of shit.
Just keep ignoring every girl you ever trampled on,
‘cause who am I to blame you if you somehow ‘did no wrong’?
I should have listened when they warned me not to fall for you.
You promised everything but obviously you had no clue,
and it’s clear to see you never learn from your mistakes.
It must be hard to really love someone if you’re a fake!
Loraine Lotter
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/fake-71/
