Ironic

You aren’t even worth writing about, yet here I am. You keep screwing me over and showing your true self but for some reason I still give a damn…

You don’t come through with the things you say or reflect in actions the way you “feel”, and after being so vulnerable with me it seems I’m the only one who kept it real.

It’s ironic, Alanis-don’t cha think?

How he falls asleep mind numb after smoking and my brain is overactive and I drink?

Two people who seemed so compatible-when before I’d never give you a second look. Lord Farquad with all his demons, and yet it’s still my world that’s shook.

I felt your magnitude and knew your existence would carry weight.. but never in all the time I thought of us could I imagine you becoming a mistake.

Not a regret, more a lesson-and one I’ll never fall for again. From this day forward I promise to myself to never let you come within…

Within my peace, or in conversation-no more standing up for who I thought you were. No more letting the bullshit you like to feed me cause my morals to bend and blur.

You really are that guy; but you created him yourself. Keep hiding behind your excuses and self sabotage your mental health.

You were right-I’m too good for you, and I knew it all along. It wouldn’t have ended up this way if you didn’t decide to do us wrong.

Cheers to my last time pouring out words for you, that you’ll most likely never read. And here’s to my being stronger tomorrow and to your attention I’ll no longer need.

Sad to call it quits on you, I really thought we’d become epic. But this story turned into a chapter and you nothing short of hectic.