His Games

I’m constantly searching for an answer.

I make excuses for his shitty behaviour. 

No answer.

What the fuck happened?

We had a connection. Right?

Clearly, It was one sided.

My wasted heart.

I make excuses.

It’s me.

It’s always me.

I’m the problem.

The way I look maybe turned him off.

 The devils whispers into my ear 

“No one can ever love you. How can anyone stand to look at you let alone be near you!”

It’s me.

….

Validate me.

ANSWER ME!

I’m constantly searching for an answer.

I make excuses for his shitty behaviour. 

No answer.

Dedicated to J.C. a bandit who never gave me an answer.

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