The guts you had

you said you respected me too much to tell me

So you lied for half our time

And yet you had the guts;

The guts to put xx at the end of texts still

The guts to pretend to have been wronged now

The guts to say you respected me too much to tell me.

So instead you let me disrespect myself,

Let me take you out and spoil you,

As I could only wish to show you how much you mean.

The guts to say to me

After 6 months

You fell in love with someone else,

Because I was that replaceable

You let me stand there and treat you as you asked

For you to sit there and let your head hit the chest of another,

Whilst I would text asking when I’d next see you.

You tell me I should not be treating you differently

Like you didn’t have the guts;

The guts to waste my time

The guts to make me regret ever opening back up

The guts to try turn this on me.

It takes a different type of broken mind to think that you were hurt here

Whilst you go back to him and act like nothing ever happened

Like I didn’t pour my heart out for you-

Like I didn’t spend my time waiting for you-

Like I didn’t move heaven and earth to try be with you.

Because you had the guts

The god damn guts.