Never fall for promiscuous girls.

My Pride

You are tainted meat
You slept with every guy that said “hi” to you on the street
I could tell you were into me, that you could not hide
But you ignored me and went with every other guy for a ride

Every time I think about what could have been
and what should have been
I shake my head
it must be some cruel joke
Everyone thought we were perfect
Now when I think about it I choke
on the words that I should have said to you
Because it turns out
You really needed to hear those words
And since they were never said
You gave up your dignity
Even tho you were clearly still into me
And every night I was alone
I sat inside with Mary Jane
Slowly it engraved itself into my brain
You’re nothing more than just a whore

And the worst part of it all
It’s now the summer
I won’t see you again til the fall
You have the nerve to say you miss me
You wasted the time that was ours
with guys that meant nothing to you
Now you live in regret
I bet
Because you realize now
I was the best thing that ever crossed your path
All you think about is me
But I loved you then
So you asked if we can start again
But that’s not how my pride works
My pride works like this:
I’ll put you on the waiting list, bitch.

Published June 12, 2011 Write a comment
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