Aftermath

Bit of movies, oodles of pizza, awkward hand holding, where are we going to go from here?

Still lost in your eyes, want your hand on mine, when did it get like this, my dear?

You never even saw the worst of me yet

But still looked for alternatives to get your umbrella wet

Was my rain not good enough? Not wet enough? Did it fail to soak through your clothes?

And now so early, you have to experience the part of me that everybody loathes.

Everything was perfect, was clear, blue skies

Now you've made it more difficult to distinguish between the truth and the lies

Maybe it's not a big deal, maybe I'm to blame

Maybe I'm overreacting, maybe you're not mine to tame.

I still love you, though I hate how much I do,

It's impossible to hate you, even through the abominable things you do

My love will push you away more, than my hate every could,

And I suppose you'll consequently end up doing things, you said you never would.

You crushed my ego, you bruised my soul, you made me not like me,

You tamed the shrew, you had your fun, now you stare but you don't see

It might go back to how it was, but you don't even seemed to have learned anything,

You say forever, but you didn't even last a month before you wanted to hear another girl sing.

I cannot be with somebody, who insists on dimming my shine, 

And who cannot see through the consistent lie "I'm fine"

You'll never understand, though I thought you would

Left me on my own, stuck in the mud,

They tell me I'm crazy, that I'm stupid, I shouldn't go back there,
They send all sorts of attacks and try to pass off that they care.
Now I have to watch other people be happy,
Now I have to watch people I loathe be sappy.
Left alone to my own devices,
I once again come to face to face with my vices.
You wonder why I don't tell you what's swarming my mind,
I won't tell you or let you in because I'm scared of what you'll find,
Masses of storms, tornadoes, rain
All thrashing down on a city of pain.
You don't know about it, I made sure of that,
Tried to make myself perfect, even got rid of some fat.
Now I'm sat
Writing a woeful
Fu
cking poem
About how you used to love me
And how I still love you
Rhyming is boring
Sentences too long
Can't
Frog
Umbrella
Crocodile
King
Swear
You think I'm going to be okay?
Because you're wrong
There's a lot you don't know,
A lot you won't ever know.
I'm not usually okay
You made it okay
Then you took that okay away
And now I'm not okay no way
Not even my lame rhyming scheme can deny
The feeling of content when in your arms I lie,
Do I bore you?
I bore myself
Maybe thats why you went to Whats Her Face...
Does she bore you?
Did you speak about much else?
Do you know her favourite colour?
Do you know mine?
Purple by the way
I told you the first time we spoke
And you thought I was weird for asking about favourite colours
I guess that bored you a little bit.
Can we work through this?
Are you worth working through this?
Hand on heart, am I worth working through this?
Trust has broken, trust must be repaired,
Our hearts are on the floor beaten and snared.
You broke my heart
And through it broke your own
Face this aftermath
I'm not a force to be reckoned with
I'm not a fool
Nor a foe
Aftermath will be large, confusing and it might sting a little
But it's what you get for hurting the girl who enjoys the aftermath.