I was wrong

Just a poem about how sometimes the person you think cares about you the most actually doesn't.

I thought I was your muse, but sadly I was wrong

You'd rather smoke a joint then write me a song, or a poem, or anything nice

A couple of times I couldn't even stay the night

You'd rather lie to my face then tell me you care

Sometimes I feel like I'm not even here

It doesn't matter, would it even make a difference?

Would you notice if I stopped talking to you? No you wouldn't, you have plenty of other women to talk to

Because they know you like me, and they love you like I do

I get upset because I love you, though I can't help but feel alone when I'm with you

You'll never understand, and I don't expect you too

But maybe I'd be better off without you.

The End

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