You fell in love with the idea of me.
You fell in love with the The idea of having someone to call girlfriend
And The idea of having someone to make you better
As if you weren’t already good enough.
The idea of me was better then the real me.
Because the real me needs someone to shut the anxiety up
And the The real me is not always happy
And the real me is not the perfect, gorgeous, always yours girlfriend that you wanted.
You had me on such a high pedestal that every time we spoke was a test
And like a leaky balloon
Every time I fell short air was let out
And I got smaller and smaller in your eyes until I disappeared into nothing.
And then like an empty balloon, you threw me away.
I was no longer good enough, no longer worth the time
Because I was not that picture perfect girl you wanted.
You were so busy worshiping the idea
You didn’t know what was real.
You didn’t know me.
And you didn’t know that I fell in love with the real you.
I fell in love with all of you and when I Realized that you were so busy trying to show off to
Make yourself more popular
And more manly because you had a girlfriend
I realized that you were a liar.
You said those things to me because you thought that was what you were supposed to do.
Not because you meant them
And so now my poems about you rhyme and have a lot of words
Should not be said out loud
So maybe when you put the next girl on a pedestal
You’ll remember that it hurts
To be an item
And not a girl.
Not a strong
Because that’s what I am.
I am just a girl
Not my picture 🙂