skin

skin

you’ve found someone new
i guess that i’m glad that you’re happy
but i’m not
because to get your happiness you destroyed me

i told myself that I wouldn’t hurt over you
but then I seemed to be scratching myself out of my own skin
tearing away the layers
seeing the blood
i don’t want to have the skin that you touched
the skin
you made me feel comfortable in

Fuck you. Fuck you. FUCK YOU.

l i e s

l i e s

i love you
you’re more than enough
you’re perfect
i could never find anyone better
ill never hurt you
i promise i won’t leave
i will marry you one day
what we have is real

every word falls away to ash
you don’t say these things and claim to be over someone a week after you split up
even that was a lie
a week after we split up you called me 140 times

don’t you DARE tell me you didn’t fuck me up
you have no clue
you get back up on your pedestal
paint yourself as the perfect person.

i know who you really are

you just didn’t want to be alone, so you settle
i don’t deserve to just be settled for

fuck you and all of the lies you ever told me

half empty

half empty

i feel like you were more of a glass half empty kind of lover,
you were never fully there,
i never had your full attention.

it was always half truths,
and people that tell half truths only ever really half love you.

i told myself you would break me,
yet i just let you

i tried so hard to fill you,
i poured all of my love into you,
yet you were still half empty,
and i was still only half of the girl that you would ever need.