You can, kiss that, thought G-O-O-D-B-Y-E!
‘Cuz I’d already figured you O-U-T.
Guilt-tripping me into, pitying you, that’s what you’d done, too well too, I might add. You’d, saved those, “hard-to-come-by”, and, “swallowed-down-hard” tears, just for me. You never cried in front of anybody else, (not that I’d ever seen you) but me.
what you used to do…
Guilt-tripping me into, pitying you, you had, and I was, way too young, way too, unknowing, to allow you to, control me with your, tears, until, until one day, your tears they’d, stopped, working their, “magic” on me.
I’d, finally, broken FREE, and that felt like I can, finally, breathe! And, as soon as the gates were, broken open, I’d, flown out, far, far, FAR away, from you, and those, god damn, bullshitting tears of yours.
Guilt-tripping me into, pitying you, well, you know what, I do, pity you, and I do, feel sorry for you, but I have, NO more, sympathies for you, to waste, you’d, wasted all of my, sympathy away, since, a long, long, long time ago.
And besides, I’d, allowed you to, control me, for more than, twenty years of my god damn, life too, and, it’d, ended already

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