lie to my face
with those smiling eyes
my foster mum called me crazy
told me i was borderlining on stalker
called me schitzo
(i wanted to punch her, rip her smug face away from her skull)
i tried to explain that
no i don't care
at least, i didnt until
i found out
you were talking to another one
a girl messaged me,
prettier,
looked like someone else
i realize i'm not your type
i read her poems and
they were about you
and i want to cry
how dare i trust you
how dare i trust anyone now
i knew i was too much
but
i didnt expect knowing to hurt this much