Life is a dream for the wise, a game for the fool, a comedy for the rich, a tragedy for the poor.
Sholom Aleichem

Tuesday, March 20, 2012

Indian Giver

you said you'd give me your everything
then you took it all back
i mean, snatched it right out from under me
you didn't even think to ask if i was ok when i fell
you didn't even think to ask if i was still using it
gone just like that.

i gave you my heart to hold
but you just ran over it with your bike
you got it all dirty & wrinkled & didn't even care
you didn't even care that i cried for days as though my favorite you were destroyed.

but i'm taking it all back
more like snatching it back
taking back my heart, my love, my…
everything
cause you never deserved it to begin with
i always gave more than I should've anyway
but instead of graciously declining you accepted it with open arms
stretched wide to engulf & take over all that i owned
i'll admit that i loved loving you
but it hurt so bad to see that you were so nonchalant about it
it hurt to see that you didn't care.

so i'm packing it & taking ME to go
even though it was once yours, even though i was once yours.

"Moving on doesn't always mean you're giving up, it can mean that you're making a choice to be happy rather than be hurt."

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