I’ve been wondering how you have the ability to recklessly judge my character,
When you know my world revolves around your opinion,
When I’m ready to beg at your feet;
You tell your friends that you don’t want to be with that type of girl,
And I was confused because I didn’t think I was anyone but myself,
That I was some sort of reckless fallacy,
But you did.
All you could tell me,
All you could say was that my actions were a bullet in your heart,
Yet you knew it was you who shattered my soul,
And I believe that you would take me back if I stopped giving my body away,
But you never did.
And the irony was that the same boy who would beg for my body,
Would hate me if another did,
And that somehow I was at fault for being promiscuous,
That what I did with my body was for society to determine,
But it’s not.
And so now that you can’t look me in the eyes,
Know that my body was never yours,
And it never will be;
Because I’d rather be a fallacy than deal with your never-ending tragedy,
And even though I loved you,
I think I know better now.