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Harsh

It would probably be best,

For you to just forget,

And for me to forgive.

 

I may not have understood it then,

But you were plaing with ny heart,

And secretly destroying it.

 

My mistake was letting you in,

I can own up my idiotic s**t,

But I'll never take your s**t on me.

 

In a sick kind of way,

I liked your perverse obsession,

And it gave me bittersweet plasure.

 

In the back of my mind I knew,

That my happiness wouldnt last very long,

A few months of my life were lost figuring that out.

 

I don't regret knowing you,

Or taking the time to smell your scent,

But I do regret spending all that time crying in my bed.