Ich soll dir sagen was los ist ?
Tut mir nicht leid, denn das hast du verpasst.
Verpasst an allen Tagen,
an denen ich weinend vor dir stand.
Doch du,
du hast nicht einmal was gemacht,
überhaupt nicht an meine Gefühle gedacht,
ich glaub,
du bist nur da wenn ich lach‘,
- iamthedisorder
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March 13th, 2023
I hate the way you make me feel about myself.
If I knew this was how you were going to treat me,
I never would have tried in the first place.
I tell people that I’m glad you ruined our relationship,
That now I don’t have to waste my time with you
And I can see why people say what they do,
But it’s a lie.
Part of me would give the world to turn back time,
To go back to sitting shoulder to shoulder
And laughing at each other’s jokes
And drinking coffee while studying
And messaging at midnight about economics class,
Back to when you looked at me like I was a human being
And smiled at me in the hallway
And I lived in a blissful haze of hoping you felt something for me.
I know I shouldn’t blame myself for any of it—
I mean I was the one that asked you to coffee
And you were the one that asked me to take off my clothes—
But if I could take back the text I sent that day,
I would in a heartbeat.
I never really understood the idea of “ignorance is bliss”;
In my head, the truth was always better than living a lie,
But that’s so incredibly naïve.
The truth will always hurt.
Sometimes the truth is simply
That boys really do just think with their dicks
And don’t take into account
How telling a girl who desperately wants to love him
That her body is the only thing he wants
Could be one of the most horrendously painful things he can do.
I hate the way you make me feel like a worthless whore,
Like one of Bukowski’s women,
Having fallen for his charm and his pretty words
Until she reads what he truly thinks of her:
Dumb, dispensable, good for nothing but what her body can give.
I’m glad I caught myself before I fell for yours.
I hope you understand why
I’ve cried myself to sleep every other night since January 31st,
I can only look at my reflection with utter disgust and hatred,
I want to rip my teeth out every time I see you smile,
I want to shove pencils in my ears at your voice,
I want to run as fast as possible when we’re sitting in the same room
Even though I deserve to feel as safe and welcome there as you do.
I want to tell the world who you really are
And what you tried to do
And ruin your “committed relationship”
And ruin your life
Because you’re ruining mine
But I won’t because I don’t think revenge would be truly worth it.
I could pray and wish for an apology
But I doubt you’d care to ever give me one.
Instead, I’ve resigned myself to my words—
The only thing I’ve held onto this whole time—
But it seems you’re infiltrating those too.
Damn you.
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