I hate that you might just be
Up to all of your old antics.
Coming around when I’m needed
Feels like you playing the classics!
How you doing and how I’m feeling
Seem to be just conversation starters.
Sorting through your own feelings
Completely neglecting those of ours!
Sit and listen to all your grievances
Holding my tongue cause you are guilty.
Of the same grievances you carry
And hold them firmly against me.
Walked away, although it was hard
For me, that’s only ammunition for you to
Play that I never, ever cared card.
Cards were dealt, never in any order
I always played them as they were dealt.
Queens greater than Kings
Was just a young Jack is how I felt.
Blurred was my vision unfortunately
I tried to smile through the bs but
Tears could only comfort me.
Laughter was probably the last thing
That I should remember you by.
You left when I made you feel good
And you left me with the option was to cry.
Your story could be a super sad one but
You will always be your biggest issue.
I was your shoulder to cry on but
Now you will need a whole roll of tissue!!