i hope ripping me to absolute fucking shreds makes you feel happy inside
thank you for putting in writing what i already know
i bet you felt satisfaction hitting post now
and you could get the reaction out of me
i've done nothing but try and be respectful
thought you blocked me, so i wrote
you found it, then explode
tear me apart, stamp on my heart
think you've known me from the start
i never really knew the true you. do you?
did you take the time, or just assume?
still running from your past, i presume
coaching on vulnerability, i gave you the book
you never opened up, scared and stuck
did you write those poems, or chatgpt?
through text, always wondered, was it you talking to me?
talk about vulnerability, scared to be flawed
i'm raw, open, honest - significantly flawed
but at least i can deal with it
you can't solve problems you won't acknowledge
you assume i moved on - "saw it for yourself"
that's why i called and panicked when you didn't answer
selective memory, self-serving prophecies
you assume i don't work on myself
and at the end of the day, go ahead and write
you blocked me then sought revenge in spite