I was so close to writing a poem about the wrong person,
But then I stopped and thought, screw it,
Does he even deserve a poem about himself?
I thought he was my friend,
Now I realize I didn't even know him that well.
Everything he showed was borrowed,
All his words were lies, sweet fairytales
To feel good about himself.
What a clown!
Manipulative, lying, cheating and playing too many games,
That's who he was and frankly I shouldn't even give him the time of the day,
But I really thought he was my friend,
Really thought we had a bond, the same vibe and heart,
Can't believe for a second there I thought he was worth my time.
Now I'm laughing every time he crosses my mind.
It's so great to understand
Who deserves my heart and energy these days.
He surely didn't, and honestly,
I'm so glad I ripped off his mask soon enough
And saw his weak, coward face under the bright light.
He had red flags all over himself
I'm just glad his cheesiness didn't convince me enough
To give him the heart I barely glued back together after the last time.
Some people are not just shitty at romantic relationships,
They are simply shitty people
And that's the worst part.
After all, I guess, I wrote a poem about him,
But well, it's shady, so I'm fine with it,
If I cared enough, I'd probably even send this to him,
He's so narcissistic, he'd not think it's about him.
Just want to warn you, dear reader,
Be aware, not everyone has a good heart and intentions,
You're worth all the love, respect and care,
So screw everyone who gives you half-everything,
You ARE everything, and you deserve nothing short of magic.