baby but not ur baby

because i need to make you the villain in my story in order to let you go.

if i tell people you’re nothing but a liar,

then i won’t have to feel like i’m the only one you ever lied to.

if i tell people you’ll never change,

then i wont have to feel like i’m the only one you never changed for.

i understand now why people say that you’re a different version to everyone you meet,

because the version of you i see has only ever hurt me.

if i tell people you’re manipulative,

un

yet i hope you’ll see me out

and place your hand on my waist

and say

“hi, i think i know you”

i hate that i look for you

everywhere i go.

i never had to think of this

when you were in 1,000 miles away.

why did you have to move back?

i hate knowing you’re here.

but i can’t let go

not regret you?

will i ever

not wish to forget you?

you were the worst

just work?

or will it always

feel like something

i still wish

that you and i

would have worked.

in a parallel universe

things wouldn’t have