I’m asking her nicely,
To stop all this pain.
To stop the pain,
That she caused.
That horrible burning stab,
And all those tears.
It was as if I were being pulled apart,
Piece by piece.
We were the best of friends,
Until the very end.
Then it happened,
The worst pain I had ever known.
She met this guy,
That I happened to know.
I knew what would happen,
Right from the start.
How all he would do,
Is break her heart.
I told her the truth,
All that I knew.
I tried to prevent,
The inevitable outcome.
I tried to warn her,
Of his deceiving ways.
She said I was jealous.
That I was lying.
That he was right,
And I was wrong.
She said,
I was trying to pull them apart.
For my own,
Selfish reasons.
She said,
That I was ruining her life.
Trying to steal,
Her happiness.
That I didn’t care,
About her.
Only about,
Her boyfriend and myself.
But that wasn’t the case.
I had just wanted to make sure,
That she didn’t get hurt.
I should of known,
That she wouldn’t listen.
Not to anything,
That I said.
Instead,
She yelled and fought.
She said things,
That tore me apart inside.
That made my heart,
Ache and break.
That’s how she stormed out,
Slamming the door.
He acted like,
They were just a game.
Slowly but surely,
He started to play.
He was like a little kid.
And she was his clay.
He would bend and shape.
Pull and tear.
Break her defenses,
Ruin her senses.
He did them.
All things I said he would.
She never believed,
What I said.
She never believed,
The truth.
She was blind,
To the madness before her.
She was numb,
To the game that was being played.
Where he was the king,
But she was only the pawn.
She hasn’t quite,
Put the pieces together.
Hasn’t quite figured out,
Two plus two.
Now she’s thinking,
That I was wrong all along.
That I lied,
The whole time.
All I can do is,
Sit back and wait.
As he makes his mark,
About to tear her apart.
I said things,
I never meant.
She said things,
That made my knees weak.
She broke my heart,
With all things she said.
It hurt to think that,
That’s what she thought of me.
But see,
I was right,
And it’s starting to show.
Too many questions,
That he leaves unanswered.
Too many calls,
That he doesn’t return.
Too many girls,
That are “just friends.”
I tried to tell her,
But she didn’t listen.
I tried to tell her,
That things didn’t add up.
But it’s not my fault,
That she’s so stubborn.
So is it not my fault,
If she gets hurt.
But none of that matters now.
Or does it?
What’s said,
Is said.
What’s done,
Is done.
So now I’m just begging for her,
To stop throwing daggers at me.
I’m on my knees,
Begging her,
To make my heart stop,
Breaking and bleeding.
Begging her to see,
That it’s not my fault,
She didn’t listen.
That it’s not my fault,
She didn’t see.
I’m begging her,
To make the pain go away.
And hope it stays that way.
