I wasn't gunna say this but it seems to be the last
Thing I hold against you and I wanna make it past
Hating every guy who plays guitar with curly hair
I'm a grown ass woman, why the fuck am I so scared?
Contemplating getting out and
Your words cut me like razors from your teeth
Your words fucked me so bad I'm still sorry that
I'm not your type
Three years gone by, did I forget to mention
Almost your wife
You run and hide if it's not fuckin' perfect
Go and tell me that you hated every minute that you took my clothes off and I let you inside
Stupid boy you take that shit down to your grave
Cause your words hurt more than pain
If you need advice, next time just lie
And you came out the good guy, while I had to play pretend
That we're better off his exes, I'm okay with being friends
But I hate your fucking guts, flew halfway around the world
Looked at rings in Italy
Oh God we were so good
But you don't do that shit, if you don't really mean it
Then you turn around and tell me that you didn't feel it, ooh
Cause your words hurt more than pain
If you need advice, next time just lie
I'm not your type
Three years gone by, did I forget to mention
Almost your wife
You run and hide if it's not fuckin' perfect
Go and tell me that you hated every minute that you took my clothes off and I let you inside
Stupid boy you take that shit down to your grave
Cause your words hurt more than pain
If you need advice, next time just lie
YOU ARE READING
A woman who overcame herself
PoetryThe story of I became to be after losing a sibling, a few toxic relationships, hearts getting broken. And how I'm finally being the person I've dreamed of being Enjoy
