Bad Influence


I, me. Me.
I gave you actions.
I gave you fun. I gave you support.
I gave you my love.
I gave you everything they couldn't, oh no, except, the usual.
All of that fun stuff.
But me.
I was there every second. I was with you.
I physically went to stores with you, saw you with my eyes.
Not through a blue screen. I saw you face to face.
But that means nothing to you.
Absolutely nothing. Just tell me, what does she have that I don't?
A big chest? Make up? Big shoulders? A smaller waist?
I'm sorry.
I am so sorry that I am not easy.
I am so sorry that I respect myself.
I am so sorry that what I gave you, was nothing.
But honestly, I am not sorry.
Why?
Because you don't deserve me, you don't own and you don't love me.
Oh, 3103 Hale Ave...where is your love?
Where is your love?
If only you knew.

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