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:: Saturday, March 13, 2004 ::

You Left Me

I'm sick of trying.
I'm sick of being the good guy, the one who always calls.
I've done this before, and I'm not going to do it again,
Fuck you if you wanna be friends,
What happened to "The End"
It's supposed to finish the story, and yet, you keeping on blabbing
Is starting to get boring.
I fought hard to make things work, you can't refute that,
And I'm not going to get sucked into this emotional trap and pat my tears dry
Because I don't care why you wanna still hang out.
I don't care that you miss talking to me.
I don't care that you get mad when I don't call you on time.
And I don't care if you don't talk to me again,
Because then it'll make it easier to stop crying over you.
It'll make it easier pretending that you dumping me after all I tried to do
Didn't
Fucking
Hurt.
So when you read this poem,
Don't call.
Don't email.
Don't fucking IM me.
Because
YOU
LEFT
ME.

So do what you've done with all the others you've left in the wake
And just
Forget about me.

Forget the poems I wrote just for you, or the nights we spent together,
Forget the tears I cried for you,
Forget me trying to be understanding when you had to deal with all your shit,
Forget me trying to win you over.

Because I'm sick of trying.
I'm sick of being the one to call and never get called back.
I'm sick of being the one to cry over someone who obviously
Doesn't
Care.
I'm sick of being the one to throw his heart in the blender as you slowly and painfully pushed me away from you.

And if you ever have
ANY
doubts or regrets about what we could have had,
If you ever feel yourself missing all the time we spent together,
Just remember one thing:
YOU
LEFT
ME.

:: Rick Kitagawa 7:55 PM [+] ::
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