an ode to the victim

 you said we were friends

you said you were friends

why'd you have to go and meddle

next year, you said we'd be fine

you said we'd last a very long time

you lied

then, you couldn't take it anymore

my patience seemed to have no impact

you broke

and you made it my fault and everyone you stole

then after the seven hundredth apology from the wrong side

you took it too far

and you left a huge scar

and i'm not going to apologise this time 

for being hurt 

and no it's not a two-way street

and no i'm not being melodramatic

i'm tired of your stupid narratives

i have my own pen and i'll write it

you don't get to win everytime

if i don't play your games, you

can't commit your crimes

and now i'm walking to bad blood at home

and i'm trying to find a way not to complain

cause i'm the nice girl the one with a heart

but what'd you expect when you left it in pieces?

and sure, i'm a girl

i'm melodramatic, i'm tightly wound , i'm aggressive

but if it was a guy

wouldn't he just be that alpha type?

and i'm so sick of trying to prove to you what i am

it's time to find

a place where i don't hide