orb weaver

you wanted me to make up a story tell you pretty lies all for what? because after all this time, you clearly didn't know me you didn't know I'm not a story weaver I don't lie when I can tell truth you wanted me to break myself down and remold myself to fit in your box so you could still throw me out with the trash you wanted the satisfaction of seeing me broken again seeing me scramble for you, one last time and I wouldn't I haven't lost myself that much but how would you know that? you clearly haven't paid any attention to the details the one you loved so much, yet you carelessly tossed out blocked in 2 days' time, and for what? I did everything I could for you and at the end of the day, all you wanted was the material goods and then projected that shit onto me I'm not dense I truly loved every ounce of you and I let go of most of myself to be able to love you what did you do for me