I hate how you led me on,
Thinking I wouldn't like you.
I hate how we got to this point,
Where I cry myself to sleep thinking about you.
It isn't fair, it isn't right.
Now I wish to see you in a different light.
I still want your attention,
Want to talk like how we used to when you led me on.
This hollow hole inside my chest that you put there without any intention,
Will take a long time to heal and for all the pain to be gone.
~ a
11.03.2023
p.s. my rhyming game is whack
