pretty words

your words used to be sweet whispers

like fairytales or dreams

just sweet sweet syllables

of your warrior within.

it was like taming the beast,

touching the wild

no fear

only you and i.

it was your dream

it was your pursuit

it was in every single action

every word you spoke.

but was it just to get me

and now you don’t remember

how eloquently you once spoke.

do you have any idea

of how you made me feel

like the only thing you could even think of

was me.

i was your only.

you made me feel like a woman

when no one else had,

you talked to me like a queen

and made me feel like i was special,

but now i have to ask.

and when i do it’s i love you, yes,

what do you want me to say?

maybe all the things you did to get me here

how could you fucking forget.

it was your dream.

and how can you make me feel stupid for asking

it’s like it’s slipping further away.

i don’t know what to think

you’re always upset with me for my insecurities

yet your the one who said if you could

you would swallow my pain

well my pain is real

and so are my doubts

yet you act like i’m undeserving

whenever they come out.

so i’m sorry if i’m not your queen anymore

if i don’t deserve your pretty words anymore.

i’m fucking sorry.