a poem i wrote for funsies

[finn.in.outer.space.]

Maybe

Maybe I’m a black sheep
Or maybe I’m a nerd.

Maybe I’m a disappointment.
But nah, that’s absurd.

Maybe I’ll cry myself to sleep
But if I did, you’d never know.

Maybe I don’t have my shit together
But if I didn’t, it’d never show.

Maybe I’m the problem
But I don’t think thats true.

Maybe the memories are the problem
But maybe its just you.

Maybe I was fine until you made my armor crash to the floor.
But I thank you, because I’ve never loved someone more.

But I hate you for the fact that you dragged my feelings like a trashbag.
And I hate you because you suffocated me in your hugs.
And I hate you because you bruised me with your words.
And I hate you because you bloodied me with your trust.

Maybe my expectations are too high.
Or maybe yours are too low.

And now I have to wrap my own wounds, without you.
Now I have to put on a smile, without you.
Now I have to learn to live, without you.

Do I really want to though?
Or maybe I’m overreacting.

Maybe it was never that serious to begin with.
Maybe I’m sensitive.

Maybe I’m an asshole.
But am I?

When all I ever did was love and forgive and trust.
When all I ever did was try and try and try again.

So who’s really in the wrong here?
Me or you?

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Before anyone asks, yes I am okay. Yes this is based on my most recent breakup (partially), but its also kinda based on It Ends With Us.

[finn.in.outer.space.]

It’s kind of just a medley of recent problems ngl