but after he got what he wanted, he decided to go, now I have this bitter taste in my mouth & an ache in my heart.

I don’t know how we got here;

But I use my finger to write your name,

with the dust from my window-pane,

when I should be cleaning;

But these walls in my room won’t let me forget-

They saw everything-

They heard you every time you told me how much you cared-

I’m not fucking crazy, we were in love,

I was there.

You did everything you were supposed to do,

I had every reason to give myself to you-

If you didn’t want my heart,

why’d you ask for my body?

Now, what am I supposed to do with the parts of me that you left behind?

Your finger prints are all over my thighs;

I feel sick every time I remember the way your lips moved when you said the word “mine”-

I was never yours.

You held my hand & kissed me when I needed it-

But you didn’t mean it.

I’m starting to believe that you only loved me out of convenience.

If you knew you weren't staying, why’d you take everything?