Spitting

I guess it’s flattering in a

Fucked up tragedy sort of way

That she made me feel like that

Out of jealousy.

Better to have loved and lost but

They only say that when they’re fine

Nobody wants to admit it when they’re not

They just get quiet and protest.

I wonder what it’s like to know

You’re worthless, I couldn’t if I wanted to

I know what it’s like to be made to feel that way

But I can’t imagine being such a thing

You were the worst of all of them

Congrats on your trophy

I guess it’s my fault for not noticing.

I should’ve been more choosy.


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