With me

You want all the sparkling assholes

But none of the work

That goes into getting an asshole

That clean

You want me. Pristine.

Like porcelain

You don’t want to hear my pain

The hurt that got me where I am now

The growth and the setbacks

You call it baggage

You call me too much

You call me insecure

All after you told me to have faith

To be vulnerable, trust you

I gave you pieces of me

A chip of my heart and soul

Yet you leave me out hanging

Looking in from the cold

Backstabbed. Hurt.

And that last dirty word

Abandoned.

But the truth?

You never wanted to work for it

You never wanted to work for me

You never wanted to share

You never wanted to grow.

What’s most important

Is that you didn’t want to do it with me.