so this time it's different?
this time you're not going to run?
why should i believe that?
why should i believe that you won't
get bored again and find someone
who's less "annoying" than me?
how can you continuously act like
you didn't hurt me,
like you're not still hurting me.
how can you sit here and think that
i still want you after all that you did?
you want this time to be different?
act like it.
YOU ARE READING
poems of a failed situationship
Poetryat the end of the day, whatever this was, wasn't meant to last
