
I hurt, I shouted, I bled out for you; you did nothing.
I had to stitch up my own wounds that you left so deep
I had to soothe my own mind that you left so confused
I had to release the feelings that I had bottled up for you.
It was all a game to you,
I love how you gave me up so easily,
how you talked about me to your home boys as if I didn’t spark not one flame in your heart, having you thinking,
“Wow, she could be the one.”
You are one pathetic, disgusting human being & I hope you reap what you sow.
I hope you’ll one day experience
all the hurt that you put me through.
Only then will the tables turn.
Only then will you hurt, shout & bleed for me.
But by then
I hope it’s too late,
I hope I’m famous & living my best, happy life while you’re down here with regrets.
I don’t wish the worst on others
but I do believe that everyone
deserves a taste of their own medicine.
About the Creator
Jewell Coleman
Poetry has always been the fastest way for me to release the emotions, thoughts & feelings that were haunting me. When nothing in life makes sense, poetry does, it gives me an indescribable relief ... Instagram: @itsjewellbabe
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