Your words are amazing,
But God they make me hurt.
Make me wonder, make me question,
How much am I worth?
Your words are outstanding,
They make me want to cry.
They used to make me smile,
They used to make me try.
I used to love your words,
They told me the truth about you.
Now, they won’t tell me lies,
Even if I want them to.
I used to stare at your words,
And trust all the lines on the page
All I was, was a writing prompt,
You’re looking for new inspiration today.
I used to reread your words,
They made everything alright.
Now I read your words and wonder,
Who are you writing for tonight?
I want to read your words,
So I know what’s in your head.
It’s the only way I’ll know,
When you write words for her instead.
I’d love to hear your words,
But I’ll wait for them to cease.
When you’ve found another reader,
Who is worthier than me.
I’d hate to read the stardust
That you’ll write for someone new
I hope it sparkles longer,
Than it did for me and you.
I’d feel sad to read the words
When the shooting star is gone
Then I don’t know what I’ll think
When you write the next love song.
Your words are amazing,
But God they make me hurt.
Make me wonder, make me question,
How much was I worth?
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