You.
You were interested in me, I didn’t feel the same.
You’d DM, I wasn’t with the games.
A few months went by, I was living the perfect life.
My roommate called you bae, but you were still trying to play.
With me.
I kept my distance, but you were persistent.
I was drunk, you were eager.
You saw that as your chance, while I didn’t stand one.
I said no, but you didn’t care.
Friends could’ve stepped in, but they didn’t want to intervene.
You felt accomplished.
You felt cool.
You bragged about it all around school.
I felt disgusted.
I felt betrayed.
I didn’t understand how you could hurt someone this way.
I blamed myself.
How’d I get so drunk?
I’d constantly ask myself.
You destroyed friendships.
You broke me down.
You took away my voice.
Rumors begin to spread
While I couldn’t even bare sleeping in my own bed.
I pushed it to the back of my head
As I wiped away all the tears I shed.
Alcohol became my best friend
It seemed to be the only thing to help me mend
The numbness
Something I never wanted to end
A year went by
I started to forget about that night.
Then one day,
You texted me.
I guess you thought it would be funny.
All the pain that I had tucked away,
Was yanked out into the light.
I went back to that very night.
Though it’s extremely blurry
Tears filled my eyes in a hurry.
The pain
The regret
The hate
You.
Your tricks that you played, left me to feel this way
Your five minute game?
Well, I hope it was worth all this pain.
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