So that it is
you switched
you turned things around
was it really you that left
or was it me
did i have the chance to take you back
i did
but i refused
was it me or was it you ?
blind to all solid ground for a new beginning
blind
that when something ends you must break the habits and gain self-control
so
you think i go crazy over you ?
is it what you need to think ?
to feel better
to make you feel empowered
so
you think that every step towards myself
is only because of you ?
so
i do rise up just for you to notice ?
sometimes silence is what it is
and pain
is only temporary
so you are stuck in your head
i could do some magic trick to get you back?
love is sometimes letting go
and if its meant to be it will
or
not
so
my silence bothered you
wasn’t it what you wanted?
was it you or me
not accepting boundaries ?
when i needed them
was it you
crossing every line
begging
pleading
coming over uninvited
caging me
when i needed time to take care of myself
so
was it me or you ?
asking to be yourself
was it me or you
not willing
to improve and blaming me
for all the things you lost
choices
choices
choices
so
if i say sorry
i regard
my mistakes
to grow
to improve
so
you think
all i do is about you?
so
you think
i fight with cheap tricks
to fool you ?
so
i can go on to fool myself?
do your beliefs help you conquer yourself?
so
is it you or me poisoning your mind
to maybe fix yourself?
so
is it me or you ?
devaluating every good there was
so
is it me or you
running
is it me or you
who’s weaker
is it me or you
not break the habit ?
so
is it me or you ?
refusing decency
is that the end you choose
to protect yourself?
so
if it helps you to confirm yourself
and all of my bad
then i am glad
that there is nothing left to say bro
2 Comments
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That’s a strong poem. It reminds me of my ex . He was addicted to me. I never wanted him to be. I broke up with him a couple of times but he never left me alone . I always took him back but i got aggressiv over time, hating his guts . I felt like i had to deal with all of his shit and doing all the hard work. He was like a puppy. I finally broke up again . I needed time . It took a while to realise that i need myself but also that i really loved him.I did nc and reached out . But tables turned. Now he hates me,guess a coping mechanism ? Inmature? Narc? I sense your words. Relationships are hard work and become toxic when forced to take all responsebility. For my ex i am the devil but he never botherd to see his horns.
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Ok bro, I kind of understand this poem. I hope fate will find its way