I should have listened when she spoke,
Focused when she said to,
Comforted her when she got hurt,
Been there when she needed me,
Hugged her to make her feel better,
Kissed the tears away,
So she wouldn’t feel so bad no more,
Held onto her till she was okay.
I should’ve done all that,
But I didn’t.
How could I anyway?
She looked at me like I was her world,
But I wish the same could be said for me.
She had broken me first,
Made my nights longer than they should have,
Hurt me more than I always hurt myself,
Took my love and stomped on it,
Loved the way she hated me,
And ruined the faith I had in her.
I once wanted to be better for her,
But what was better,
When she was the reincarnation,
Of a past I never wanted to face?
What was I supposed to do with the girl on my lap,
Playing with a heart,
That cared for her no more?
I had nothing to do for her,
And she should have known,
When I didn’t call again that night;
I guess she never learned.
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