The inaccuracy of the flaw

You wanted me to let you do me wrong

Without expressing my hurt.

I’m wrong because I cared?

I’m awful because I let you see

The scar you gave me?

I’m disgusting because I voiced

My feelings to you the way you asked?

I’m immature because I texted you,

Except you hung up on me

You shut and locked your door in my face

You refused to listen to me that one time.

You contradict yourself

I called it hypocritical

And you called it being happy.

If you’ve been happier without me

Then why did it upset you

When I barricaded myself from you?

You are justified and protected every time

While I’m left alone defenseless

As you send your army to attack me.

I won’t let you tell me it wasn’t by your command

Ever again.

The nasty messages

The calls from blocked numbers

The blasting posts on social media.

Yet in person

You have no ground to stand on

You all would rather hide than face

The mess you’ve made

Because then you’d have to acknowledge

That the pain you’ve once felt,

You have inflicted onto an actual person.

I thought for so long that I was

Doing something wrong

But after all this time

I’ve now realized

The only wrong I’ve done

Was continuously believe your lies.

The lies you would say to benefit your opportunities.

I believed your words that you didn’t believe yourself.

How do you lie so easy?

How did you look me in my eyes and deceive me?

Yet my biggest question is

Why do I still care about your well-being?

They say trust is earned.

Yet I have never made you earn mine.

I gave it to you after every time

Of you proving yourself to be

Untrustworthy.

I could blame you entirely

Except I was the one who was naive,

Wasn’t I?