FUTILE

I won’t try to make you feel less sorry.
You reap what you sow.

It’s not my business to make you feel better.
You bear the consequences.

It’s not my doing that we break each others’ hearts.
You were the one who told me to go away.

I won’t let you control my intuition again.
You cannot undo what has been done.

You break me
You insult me
You tear my life apart
You bury my hope forever
You lie to me
You disappoint me
You create dreams that were never alive
You destroy my hopes that were burning bright.

Even though you cannot afford me
You, arrogant prick
Couldn’t stop boasting
Maybe you had me
But you never had my love.