It's not what you did;
it's not what you said.
It's all that you tried,
to get me into bed.
It's all of your smiles,
and all your fake tears.
It's what's made me realize,
you've been a jerk all these years.
It's that you said you loved me,
and I chose to believe that was true.
But after we made love,
you said that we were through.
A long 6 months passed,
and then you waved when you rode by.
Getting my hopes up,
I couldn't help but wonder why.
All alone in that apartment,
I'm surprised that I let in.
Let in to what I was so against,
since I decided not to trust any men.
If only you could see,
it's not me, it was all on you.
You would soon realize,
it's what you didn't say and do.
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