You have twisted and turned my head
With all the confusing words you've said
I don't know what to believe about you anymore
And you brainwash me; telling me not to think too much
So I'll leave you alone in your darkness of not knowing yourself.
God you piss me off with that smug smile of knowing you're one step ahead of me
And it was once charming
Until you started letting it give me anxiety
You once told me you were scared to death of me leaving
But now you're trying to drive me away?!?
You said "if you are nice 100% of the time, people will walk all over you"
Said that because if that you are occasionally a jerk
But then when I call you out on it,
You say, "I also said I do it to drive people away"
An arrow through the heart
Instead of falling in love I'm falling apart
And just as I'm starting to fall you drive me away
But the better side of me says that's okay
Because you're just keeping me from falling whether good or bad
For my betterment and not yours
But it still hurts
It hurts worse
Worse than anything anyone has ever said to bring me down
I've written two songs
And you're still far gone
Never to be seen again by me.
Why do you have to treat me;
Or everyone for that matter, like this?
What benefit do you get from pushing me away when we could indeed be...perfect together.
You always find a way to be ahead of me so I always feel wrong...
Well tell me now,
Would it be wrong to leave??
To stop being so kind to you so you won't walk all over me?
I'll take a step forward ahead of you for once!
And your twists and turns
And confusing maze walls that you build for me
Will all fall down
And you'll no longer be the mangler;
Confusing me constantly with confuzzling thoughts.
If i shan't think too much,
Than answer my DAMN questions so I don't ever have to think for myself.
Answer my questions about you that I may not have to analyze your every word or movement;
Your every facial expression or shift of lighting in your sea of blue eyes.
Only then will I stop thinking too much because you are the one I think about night and day.
There is room for nothing else in my skull with how much you confuse me!
My mind becomes mangled in a web of all the theories about you
Like trying to figure out five nights at Freddie's theories
When Scott Cawthon wouldn't directly tell us anything.
Stop being the mangler...
Stop allowing me to become mangled...

This is more of a rant than a poem but I don't write poetry well when I'm pissed. I just kinda vent 😅 anyways, thanks for reading this anyways.