Stupid cupid
The symphony
Of I’m sorry
Playing when you message me
When I ask
You not to talk
About the things you think I’ll have
You’ll find love you say
And inside a piece of me breaks
Because I thought with you I had love
You’ll find happiness
You text
And I remember you aren’t my girlfriend but my ex
And I was happy on the days you walked hand in hand with me
But my life was too plan and mundane
You wanted wild
And I was wild at heart
But my chronic illness keeps me weak now
Not the proud Irish Goddess I claim I guess
What a mess
This all is when you offer
To help me with money
And help, but all I wanted was you here
And I’m sick of other people messaging me
Sexing me
When all I can think about is your head on my chest
And my hand in you hair
Gods
When will you see
When will it be made clear
I don’t want anyone here
Because I’m not over you dear.
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