I’m The Girl Who Wrote About You

I’m the girl you never should’ve driven home.

I’m the girl you stared at

for way too goddamn long.

I’m the girl who got bullied

because you didn’t know how to bounce your eyes.

I’m the girl who you let fall for you,

even though it was unprofessional. Why?

I’m the girl whose attention you welcomed to stroke your damaged ego.

I’m the girl who stayed honest.

You were never honest with me, though.

I’m the girl you called one of your favorites.

I’m the girl you never should have played with.

I’m the girl you said you were thankful to

for keeping you on your toes.

I’m the girl who, in you, accidentally found a home.

I’m the girl you should have addressed,

because I’m the stupid girl who would have said yes.

I’m the girl who made you cry.

I’m the girl who was too weak to commit to her goodbyes.

I’m the girl who fought for you to stay.

I’m the girl who,

after everything,

watched you walk away.

I’m the girl you never should have talked to your coworkers on the phone about.

I’m the girl who was finally brave enough to call you out.

I’m the crazy girl, it was all in my head.

I’m the girl who overanalyzed the lines

between which you never wanted to be read.

I’m the girl who you always subconsciously gravitated toward

as if you had nothing to hide.

Now,

I’m the girl who knows how to make terrible things rhyme.

I’m the girl still here,

left questioning why.

I’m the girl with the chip on her shoulder

who thought she wasn’t good enough,

if only she was older.

I’m the girl you never said you loved back,

but everyone knew you did.

I’m the girl you saw an equal in,

when I was just a kid.

I was just a kid.

I’m the girl you should have left alone.

I’m the girl you never should have texted on the phone.

But now,

I’ve got a story and an arsenal of scars to show

to anyone who will listen.

Are you listening now?

I’m the girl your mother talked about.

I’m the girl you fucked up.

You fucked up.

You were supposed to be the adult.

I was just a kid.

I was just a kid.

I’m the girl who knows

exactly what you did.

I’m the girl who defended your name until my face turned blue.

I shouldn’t have stood up against any of the things that they said about you.

Honestly,

all of it was probably true.

I’m the girl who you never gave closure to.

Now,

I’m the girl

who wrote about you.