how could you be so cruel?
when you keep your ego high,
it became apparent who cares more,
you said i’ll be your last lovers,
it would be hard to find anyone like me,
but now i asked myself,
is there even a difference?
i’ve been knew leaving me would be easy,
tossing me aside like your long list of ex lovers,
it will be the hundred time, it wouldn’t be hard for you, right?
i glared at you with my tired eyes,
realising that you thrive on my wound,
i saw it, that day,
the smirk on your face as i broke down in tears,
was it your sense of accomplishment?
because now it’s clear to me.
that you love being the centre of your lovers world,
perhaps it feeds your ego.
and now, as i kept talking to you,
i laughed, my eyes stop generating tears,
it’s funny to see you flaunting words that you never show by your action.