play games.

keep playing games, you're an amateur.
I've been here a million times before, i know these games inside and out,
i'm a professional.
you're about to get beat at your own game.
so play games, i dare you.

I'm done caring, you know why?
cause whatever i do, you seem to do the opposite.
I chase you around and you run.
When i give up, "fuck it, i don't care."
you turn around and come back, sunshine and lollipops.

Just as fast as you made me feel comfortable
you tore that rug up from under me.
You leave me stranded in the rain, lost and confused.
As though i did something wrong.
You're the most insensitive person i've ever met, making me feel like this.
and you know it too.
You care when it's convenient, or you don't care at all.
As much as i wish this felt so much more safe,
and as much as i wish i could read your mind,
I want to tell you to keep being an asshole.
Cause there's no fun in feeling safe,
so for the same reason i go on roller coasters that i'm deathly afraid of
I'm gonna keep falling for your stupid lies, and fake smiles.
Because this is my favorite part, i'm sick of feeling safe, i'm sick of being bored.
so keep hurting me, it's only making me stronger.
keep running, i can keep up.
you underestimating me, is just setting  me up to prove you wrong.
fuuckyou<3

It's over.

You're a fucking monster that's torn my life apart.

Piece by piece.

Not violently at all, but in the most subtle way possible.

Snipping the threads that were once tightly woven and holding me together and then waiting for them to loosen and for me to fall apart.

Using your pretty face and charm to pull me back, time and time again.

I'm done.

I'll be happy if you never step foot in this house again.

Take your stuff, get out of my face, i never wanna hear your voice again.

You're disgusting.

Get out.

Don't come back, please.

I hate her.
Who?
This girl.
The one you've taught me to be in a matter of months.
I hate her.
She can't trust, she's not trust worthy, she's got a million and one bad habits, she's completely transparent, invisible at times, she forces herself not to get attached to anything and when it does happen, which it always does, she denies it, she believes stupid lies, compliments that were created just to make her shut up, she's always the bad guy, she has a bad reputation,
she's everything that nobody wants to deal with anymore.
thanks to who?
thanks to you.
congrats, hope you're happy.

strangers

Strangers,
they see you and know nothing,
they don't know where you're from,
where you've been,
or who you are.
to them you are a blank slate.
If you're lucky and intriguing enough
they search for the pieces of your puzzle.
They ask around, hear rumors and learn your reputation.
But they don't learn anything near what you could teach them.
Then, if your reputation hasn't gone and completely destroyed their curiosity towards you
and they are still intruiged they'll come to you for the truth and piece by piece things begin to make more sense.
Until eventually they are part of the puzzle.
and you're no longer strangers.