And I’m thankful I learned this a long time ago.

You’re like a bad taste in my mouth,
stained like the last menthol
you stole from me, my sanity
now washed upon these tainted words
slurred through empty promises.
I bottled up emotions
just to toast to your reflection,
now self deflecting all these feelings
I’d rather drink away your memory
while you drink away your problems,
thinking you can solve them
by decoding all my poetry,
waiting for a sign of reverie,
but chivalry not.
You were never the damsel
in distress that I thought you as
entrapped in your bout of misery.
For every time you put me down mentally
you never wanted to be saved, yet
I loved you unconditionally,
and what you failed to understand
is the intensity that one person can stand
unjustly relying on patience
thinking fate would solve our problems
but I know now, what hurts you the most
is knowing that the one person who stuck
around through all of them
got tired of the same bullshit
you can’t stand about yourself.
Now before you go around,
pointing fingers at everybody else,
look yourself in the mirror
because this isn’t healthy,
and honestly I think you need some help…