I’m not mad at you,
I’m mad at me.
For letting my guard down,
For letting you in,
For giving you
The benefit of the doubt,
For thinking this time was different,
Thinking you had changed,
For believing hope
Would effect change,
For pretending to forget,
For forgiving no matter the cost,
For thinking I would be worse
For not believing in you.
No, fuck it,
I’m mad at you.