Originally posted on Penelope Jones:
To whom it may concern;
There were so many things I tried to say
You distract me, made me laugh,
and I forgot, it’s not OK
OK? Yeah right…
I was a toy for you to tease and torment
dangling by your strings, my body limp
Each time you spoke, I was conditioned to dance
my phone chimed, and my heart leapt with a prance
Why do I care so fucking much?
You don’t deserve such
I’m living in a state of an altered paradox
The only thing keeping me grounded…
My stripey knee-socks
I have no idea what you wanted from me
I wanted to ask, but would you see?
See that I needed to know…
Not knowing was driving me mad
Was that your plan?
Were you glad?
Have I been had?
Was this all a little rouse?
I was destined to lose?
Was it rigged from the start?
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