The good things…

And the bad.

All we ever had,

All you threw away.

All you took for granted…

Everytime you sunk your hooks in,

Everytime you led me astray.

Me always getting mad at myself,

For being foolish…

For letting history repeat itself.

As if you didn’t show me,

Who you really were…

All those times before.

Why would this time have been any different?

The truth is,

I really don’t know you at all anymore.

I can be cast aside.

I can be thrown away.

And my ability to always forgive,

Allowed you to play in my face.

I always say sorry only counts,

With changed behavior.

But you’ll always be you,

And that doesn’t work out in my favor.

I can’t trust again,

Or anymore really.

Feelings always there,

But now they are far and few and fleeting.

Love, anger then resentment.

I really cared about you,

I want to help and I meant it…

Yet, you spit in my face.

Took my kindness,

Twisted and buried it.

And then I’m the bad person,

Because I didn’t stand for it.

Okay.

The blame always falls on me anyway,

In everything.