You weren't there again
last night, when I needed you
more than ever.
You'd think by now
I would have learned not to
count on you when
I need something,
that you are not
reliable at all.
But I want to trust you.
I wish that
I could count on you
when things get rough.
But I am resigned
that I will have to do things
for myself now,
learn how to fight
my own battles and win
my own wars.
I know
that as soon as I learn
to fend for myself,
you'll whisk back into my life,
wanting to be a part
of me again.
But this time I've learned.
Learned not to listen
to your promises,
learned that your word
means nothing.
Author notes
this wasn't written for or about anyone. when i had the idea, it was supposed to be this cutsey poem about how i wanted to ask someone a question last night but couldn't reach them, and somehow this came out.
i release a lot of random anger and stress by writing these harsh poems aimed in no particular direction.
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