Curious

I’m curious of the way you transfer the blame

To make me feel ashamed for things that I’ve said

To make me believe that you wanted more than just me in your bed

Or to stir all the thoughts I over think in my head

I’m curious to know how you spoke your words so well

How you pretended to pick me up whenever I fell

I’m curious if you knew the way that it felt

When you decided I was less than somebody else

I can’t say I forgive you because it didn’t happen yet

Why would you go when I wasn’t ready yet?