Hurt.

You left me to figure yourself out, I guess you could call it a heart break.

You have always been selfish, though, never was one to give but always one to take.

Your deceit was hidden in the grass, you're a snake.

Thought it was real whenever I was with you, but something in my gut always told me it was fake.

What happened to everything you said to me?

How could you act so well when you would hold me?

We went through so much.

I can barely remember your touch.

I gave you my all, let you take down my walls.

Now when I need you, you won't even answer my calls.

I was living too far into our future that I skipped out on the present.

So that when you took what we had away from me, all I could feel was resentment.

I give my life to others like a gift, and your present, to me, was your presence.

But you don't have a giving heart like me, because you took my gift back, and left me with your absence.