you're probably too busy to see me today
and you're right, it is kind of late.
you'll probably call me tomorrow or the next
and i'll be ready when you decide to talk.
i'm so through with you and your silly mind games
and the way you choose to treat me.
you make me feel sick, and so fucking abused
i'm moving on, and you should too.
but, if i treat you really well, better than before,
maybe you'll take me back.
if i put you on pedestals, higher than high,
maybe you'll forgive me from before.
i'm going to buy myself some icecream
and cry to sad songs.
lay in bed watching my phone
but i know you won't call.
this is how it has been, and it's time to move on
from your careless and using ways.
denial, anger, bargaining, depression aside;
i'm accepting my future without you.
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