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It took me hours to figure your word out.

You made it so sour to tear my heart down.

You didn't say the same thing over and over again.

It was different words ,

That caused different wounds.



All I wanted was a simple answer

You kept saying something different, that's what I didn't ask for

You never told me your opinion, instead you kept me mad

You say if you please me, it makes you less sad.



But when I wanted to love you and tell you good bye, you pushed me away instead of pulling me to your side.

For that I was torn, and your words were broken, the words "I love you" sounded so unspoken



When it was time to repart, I wanted to die. I had so many things and not any time.

You weren't there at all, you weren't there with me, according to my friend you left across the street.



So what could I do, instead soak the bitterness up? All I knew was that you would just eat it up. That you'd sit in your own shit, but never wipe it off. You were an ass. I wanted you to fuck off.



That day you told me you didn't like me, but hours later you loved me. How can you not like the loved person "me".



You love me when you wanted to and you disliked me other times. You either feel like you should be by me, or taking different sides. Is that all I am? Is that what I am to you? Something just there, broken and so used?



But I finally said what I mean, and told you the way I wanted to, during the time when you weren't there, also the time I was being missused.



And now it's ok. Because you finally gave me time. The rest of your grief is not in my mind. But you told me one last thing, that lingered in my eyes. You were on the verge of breaking up with me, and I don't see why.



So you love me now. And you didn't like me then. So if you would have left me then, you wouldn't have me now.