I'm angry again (the last poem of his)

This is too much.

Me trying to go for someone, while seeing my best friend be in a happy relationship

Can’t a girl just get that too

I’m sick of waiting, for tomorrow, for the next text

Even if I’m naive I’ll take my chances

It physically hurts.

Don’t get me wrong I want the best for her and he’s a great guy and all but..

Wait that’s exactly it.

He’s the great guy that I had envisioned and built up in my head

Where your sympathy falls short, he picks it right up

Where you communication falls, he catches

He’s most of the traits I wanted you to be.

The ones I needed you to be; to be mine

My anger stems at the fact that

I CANT CHANGE YOU AS YOU ARE PRESENTED TO ME

As the saying goes ”when someone shows you their true self, believe it the first time”

And I didn’t believe it the first time

It hurts and haunts me

Why couldn’t you have been more polite?

Why couldn’t you have been less egotistical?

Why do you still make me mad when we have barely any contact?

I’m angry that you can’t be the version I had of you in my head.

Which is stupid I see now.

You’d laugh at this poem if you ever got the chance to read it

Claim it was "too dramatic"