That Boy

You fucking fuck, I let you have all of me, I trusted you; I let you tell me you loved me when really you were just infatuated with the idea of getting me into bed.
You would tell me I had a cute smile, what color were my eyes?
Did you see the red staining my wrists, or the meals I skipped?
I wanted to be your perfection, I wanted to be the whole damn sky for you,and I wasn't even a damn cloud in your eyes.
I remember being told you were sleeping with other girls, but I blocked it out from my brain because enough pain was seeing you in bed with her.
She was so lucky to call you hers but you broke her too.
Because you aren't a sweet guy you're sour grapefruit stuck in my gums with an aftertaste of time I'll never get back from you.
I wasn't anything to you but a damn toy.
I see you sometimes cross the street, and honey i can only wish you get ran over beneath your feet so you can nearly be as crushed as I was when you stopped replying to my messages.