You'Re A Pig. Poem by Mistress Maria

You'Re A Pig.



You once told me, you care.
To show it, you did not dare.

When things went wrong, I stuck around.
When I screwed up, you knocked me down.

When you saw me hurt,
all you did was flirt!

Not with me,
but with Lucy.

She was special too,
whatever special means to you.

You make yourself out to be real.
I figured you out, once I forgot how to feel.

I thought you were different, like a non-praising hymn.
Now people constantly ask, 'What did you see in him? ! '

I always find myself with empty replies.
No words, not even strength for lies.

It made me wonder, what did I ever see?
What was it that made you so appealing to me?

It could not have been your vengeful personality.
Or that you constantly attempt to avoid reality.

I cannot wrap my head around the hatred you keep.
I tried to help, but your wounds were too deep.

Not that it subdued me, I would've faced the endeavor of you any day.
Too bad, It was you who decided to push me away.

Now, I constantly hear about you.
The things you say, the things you would do.

Its disgusting, the things you speak.
I wanted, so badly, to turn the other cheek.

I didn't want to believe, that you could say such things.
You have no idea, the pain that rumor brings.

I still don’t understand what makes you hate me though.
It wasn't me who stopped caring, it wasn't me who let go.

I never spoke a word that could have had you harmed.
I pretty much lay here, blindfolded and unarmed.

I tell myself that I tried my best.
It just wasn't good enough, compared to the rest.

Don't get me wrong, I don't want you back.
I care, so I'm wishing you gain what you lack.

I will always keep you in my prayers
I hope you stop being a man of so many affairs.

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