I’m angry at you.
I’m angry at me because it’s not your fault.
–but it is–
you made me feel good;
you made me feel like I was worth
but you don’t even think so:
you made a fool out of me.
I am worthless even to
I don’t even think you meant to give me
that original impression…
but I’m embarassed and angry
all because of the false sense of Love
I was so thrilled to be part of
only to realize
it wasn’t real