A knife as sharp as it could be,
All the vice in you why couldn't I see.
Your actions spoke to me,
A necklace made of thorns was given to me.

Time flew by but pain did not go,
All the scars reminded me of us in the meadow.
I missed you every time more than once,
You left me when it wasn't my fault and, never gave me a last chance.

You loved her and used me,
All my pain you couldn't see.
All alone I competed with anxiety,
The thought of not being better than her always hit me.

Now I have learnt to love myself,
Here I have been me, and not better than your gf.
You begged me to come back, but it is a no,
I hate everything you did to me, and for you m' available no more.

© Pam-1710