Cheater, cheater
Bottom feeder

Always choosing the ones who are just shy of pretty
(and we both know it)

You are wearing down.

The shots I fire are hitting you, making you admit the things you tried to bury

You are wearing down under the weight of your own lies

I can see you crumbling 
(It’s the one time in my life that I wish I wasn’t right.)

PLJ told me all I need to know
(Did you love me or the challenge of getting me?) 

Liar, liar
Victim crier
Only willing to admit fault until it cuts deeper than you’d like

Maybe I would have been easier to talk to if 
You
Hadn’t 
Started
It

(I was never the bully in this relationship)

My story became a corkscrew of misinformation with people telling me that it didn’t happen that way

And you didn’t see that

And you didn’t live there

And the truth wasn’t the truth
Wasn’t the truth
Wasn’t reality
Wasn’t what you thought it was
.
.
.
Go to seep, my love. You’ll remember better in the morning.

Truth twister
Fact spinner

Gave a little
Took a lot

Perfect little corporate girl

Victim player with your big doe eyes and crooked teeth. (Couldn’t The Doctor afford orthodontics?)

Cherry picker of ethics

Fickle fawn who longed to be chosen even if she didn’t want the chooser.

Took a life
Saved a life
It all equals out in the end

Selfish

Dream stealer
Half-truth dealer 

DDD’s
That weren’t that pretty
(From what I hear)

Spoiled little rich girl with a silver spoon so big that glare precedes you. 

Pretty little nugget who charms everyone she meets but forgets that when another woman’s husband says he’s falling in love with you that you tell him to talk to her. 

Home wrecker
Over the shoulder checker

I hope you tell the whole truth someday
And I hope it was worth it

Shalom