Poem -

Breadcrumbs

More: To Love a narcissist

Breadcrumbs

So WHY the fuck are u here
U just came to make me cry,

keep me constantly in tears

I think my pain gets you high.

 

You can't ruin me forever 

Seems like alll u do is try, 

U don't want to be together 

But u will not let me fly.

 

You've hurt me since I met you

but I'm still here in this shit,

I don't know why the Hell I let you

It's like I'm waiting for a hit.

Damn addicted to your breadcrumbs 

I can't keep wasting my life,

Your fucked up games make my head numb

I deserve to be someone's wife.

 

You should live to make me smile

like I try so hard for you,

U haven't loved me in a while 

but my heart's still stuck on you.

 

Time for me to make some changes 

only I can fix my life,

discarding all the things that hurt me

free my backside from your knife.

 

U just use me for your pleasure 

Cuz u know that I will cry,

I deserve to be a treasure 

not held captive in your lie.

 

I've lasted far too long here 

only time for one more cry,

YOU do not belong here ,

Anymore so just GOODBYE!

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