He noticed me
And I think that's the part that hurts the worst
Even though he knew I wasn't ok
He continued to play his game anyways
King will always win against pawn
And I am always the pawn
Never making it to the status of queen
I forever can only get lost in my dreams
Of him noticing my hands
Noticing the times I play with my fingers
Or biting my lips until they bleed
And get lost in the monstrosity of my head
He knew
But he continued to let it be
Because he knew that he didn't actually want me
He wanted my body
And the games that came with it
The bed
The car
The feelings never went too far
Because I was just used for empty spaces
That he couldn't fill
Even if it wasn't always along with my will
It broke my heart
To see him cry
The day that I said goodbye
But i knew that it was for the best
Because my life would always be a pest
So even after I knew that he knew
It hurt me more than I thought could be true
You broke my heart
A million times
Because you never really wanted to be mine
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Ballad of an over thinker
PoetryHealing from bad relationships in the form of words. Some might be personal but hopefully this can help someone.